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TWO STRANGERS (CARRY A CAKE ACROSS NEW YORK)

★★★★★

Criterion Theatre

TWO STRANGERS (CARRY A CAKE ACROSS NEW YORK) at the Criterion Theatre

★★★★★

“the whole show has the feel of a classic, like it has been around for ever, yet it still glows with a freshness and streetwise modernism”

The move from an off-West End theatre into the West End inevitable comes with risks and expectations. Even if it follows a sell-out run, such as enjoyed by Jim Barne and Kit Buchan’s “Two Strangers (Carry a Cake Across New York)” last year at Kiln Theatre. But these two writers have successfully carried a show across London without dropping a crumb, keeping an already perfect concoction fully intact. For anyone who saw it in its smaller setting, the fear that it may have lost its heart and its intimacy in transit is immediately quashed. For anyone who hasn’t seen it before, it is a slice of the West End that is mouth-wateringly irresistible.

The two strangers in question are Dougal (Sam Tutty) and Robin (Dujonna Gift). Dougal is in New York for a whirlwind thirty-six hours, having flown in for the wedding of his father who abandoned him before he was born. Robin, the sister of the bride, has been given the thankless task of meeting him at the airport. Dougal is bubbling with puppy-dog elation, excited at the prospect of meeting his dad and of being in ‘The Big Apple’. He lives in a dreamworld; a world of hope that he has built from the many films he has watched. Robin exists in a land of cynicism, tethered to reality by the ghosts of past, present and future. They are chalk and cheese.

On the surface we are in Rom-com territory. But this unique musical makes us think again. It pays homage to the genre, but subverts it with affection and stunning inventiveness. Barne and Buchan – the writers of the book, music and lyrics – are childhood friends who have grown up together through music. And it shows. Amazingly they wrote it before either had been to New York, which is what probably gives it its magical quality, viewing the city like it’s a mythical land of ‘Oz’. Yet beneath the fairy-tale stardust is a character driven story that is funny, natural and heart-warming.

“Tutty can cast a laugh-out-loud one-liner and wrap it around a tear-jerking anecdote with worldly skill”

The show is chock-a-block with standout musical numbers. Yet still there is more than enough dialogue, giving the two actors plenty to chew on, and to showcase their formidable acting skills. Their range, which can rake up many emotions, matches their vocal versatility. From the opening, crowd-pleasing overture, ‘New York’, we get an instant picture of the two personalities. Sam Tutty’s Dougal is intensely irritating but insanely vulnerable and gorgeous. Tutty can cast a laugh-out-loud one-liner and wrap it around a tear-jerking anecdote with worldly skill. His brash, ingenuous shell is dangerously fragile. Dujonna Gift, as Robin, is the antithesis of the American Dream, hard yet vulnerable, and cannot seem to shake off her nightmares – the latest of which has arrived in the form of her prospective nephew-in-law. They initially clash, but the sparks that fly are hot enough to weld them together.

Through the songs they bond – at first reluctantly. ‘On the App’ is a sensational staccato number that showcases the clever lyrics that run through the show. Like many of the songs it is rhapsodic in nature, the distinct rhythms giving way to a smooth, flowing chorus. Act Two opener, ‘The Hangover Duet’ is similarly eclectic. ‘The Argument’, with its semi-spoken, urban rap, is delivered with precision timing by Gift and Tutty. The delivery and lyrical content of the songs are razor sharp, often cutting open heartrending and bitter reveals. ‘Under the Mistletoe’, a gorgeous parody of the seasonal hits that crowd the airwaves every year, rises above pastiche as it mocks its source material while moulding itself into an instant classic of its own. In fact, the whole show has the feel of a classic, like it has been around for ever, yet it still glows with a freshness and streetwise modernism. Throw in a sumptuous ballad – Tutty’s ‘Dad’ or ‘About to Go In’. Or Gift’s ‘This Year’ and ‘He Doesn’t Exist’ – and you have a score that lifts the heart and raises the audience to its feet.

Tim Jackson’s lively production sets the action on a revolve that circles Soutra Gilmour’s ingenious set of piles of greyed-out suitcases that open and close to reveal the various locations, props, and the surprises and secrets of our protagonists. And at the centre are Tutty and Gift, a pair whose chemistry fills the air with fizzing electricity. “Two Strangers” (as the title is lovingly shortened to) is part musical, part movie, part fairy-tale, part dream. But wholly unmissable.


TWO STRANGERS (CARRY A CAKE ACROSS NEW YORK) at the Criterion Theatre

Reviewed on 23rd April 2024

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Tristram Kenton

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

AMÉLIE THE MUSICAL | ★★★★ | June 2021

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JUST FOR ONE DAY

★★★★

Old Vic Theatre

JUST FOR ONE DAY at the Old Vic Theatre

★★★★

“high-energy, high-power, dynamic staging that pays tribute to what was possibly one of the greatest events in music history”

A decade before the Live Aid concert, David Bowie was holed up in a studio in West Berlin with a three-chord instrumental track ‘in the can’, as it were. But no lyrics. During a cigarette break he observed a young couple, by the Berlin wall, sharing a furtive kiss before going their separate ways. Inspiration struck, and ‘Heroes’ was born. He was almost certainly unaware of the anthem the song would evolve into, adopted by many causes – most famously Live Aid – as a signature tune; the lyrics eventually spawning the title for the Old Vic’s jukebox, nostalgia-fest of a musical. His estate was among the first to pitch in to give permission, so somebody must be doing something right.

In fact, a lot of people are doing a lot of things right. And according to the thousand plus jubilant crowd crammed into the Old Vic, the cast of “Just For One Day” can do no wrong. After two and a half hours it is nigh on impossible not to be swept along by the waves of enthusiasm that sway to the final crashing bars of ‘Let It Be’. The unintended pseudo-religious quality of McCartney’s lyrics matches the preachiness of the show’s final message, even if that message is the complete opposite of ‘letting it be’.

Writer John O’Farrell seems to have pre-empted the flak that present-day, tag-hungry sanctimony was going to throw his way, and he has dealt with the subject with good humour, even if it is as cheesy as it comes at times. But we’re revisiting the eighties after all – the decade that fashion forgot, and we hadn’t accelerated back to the future yet in our DeLoreans and shoulder pads, so let’s try and forgive the inanity of the book. Director Luke Sheppard helps us do just that with his high-energy, high-power, dynamic staging that pays tribute to what was possibly one of the greatest events in music history.

Whichever you look at it, the glossy razzmatazz is a glorious recreation of some wonderful music. But the stabs at analysis and commentary are way too simplistic. We are introduced to various individuals who stand up proclaiming ‘I was there’, while others proudly claim not to have been born yet as though their completely random date of birth gives them superiority. The generations clash and eventually come together. Of course they do. Elsewhere the earnestness is dispensed with entirely with stabs at humour – which is generally more successful and elicit some laugh out loud moments. Already larger than life characters (Sir Bob, Margaret Thatcher, Harvey Goldsmith, Charles and Diana, and innumerable musical icons) are given even larger life in a sort of ‘Spitting Image’ without the puppets scenario.

“Pangs of nostalgia reverberate in time to the kick drum while our own internal rhythms are swinging from bemusement to enjoyment in double time”

The music celebrity crème-de-la-crème of the 1980s is being represented on stage, and Sheppard has assembled the musical theatre crème-de-la-crème of the 2020s. Matthew Brind’s arrangements exceed the X Factor as we race through vast chunks of the set list from Wembley and Philadelphia. The further away the numbers stray from their original structure, the more moving they become; as highlighted by Abiona Omonua’s rendition of Dylan’s ‘Blowin’ In The Wind’ which powerfully transports us to the ravished plains of Ethiopia. Meanwhile Jack Shalloo, as a rakish Midge Ure, swoops through ‘Vienna’ with soaring glissandos. Danielle Steers, as Marsha – one of the Live Aid event’s organisers, is in unmistakably fine voice throughout; as is Jackie Clune, playing the now grown-up teenager who skipped her O’ Levels to grab a ticket for the concert. At the centre, inevitably, is the foul mouthed, ‘Saint Bob’. Craige Els swaps impersonation for a series of soundbites and witticisms that give him the more accurate title of ‘patron saint of the humble brag’. Writer O’Farrell’s comic flair is accentuated during Geldof’s surreally depicted standoffs with Margaret Thatcher (Julie Atherton on top form).

Gareth Owen’s sound is faultless. And bombastic enough to reduce the Old Vic’s stuccoed tiers and balconies to dust. But we don’t care – it’s like there is no roof to bring down anyway as we imagine we’re all waving our lighters under an azure, stadium sky. As we gaze around the auditorium, surveying the faces beaming with joy, it is hard to reconcile the fact that this musical (and the Live Aid event itself) comes with the inevitable flotsam of modernist accusations of ‘white saviourism’. Of course, Sir Bob Geldof has vehemently denied such allegations. One can sympathise with Geldof, and it is ultimately unfair and irrelevant to wave the neo racist flag at an event that occurred four decades ago. Yes, in hindsight the value of the gig can still be debated. But that is another discussion. “Just For One Day” doesn’t really want to go there, but the fact that it feels impelled to, feeds the narrative with half-hearted, perfunctory banality.

It is a divided show, in content and in structure. Act One deals with the build-up while Act Two covers the titular ‘One Day’ – in London and in Philadelphia. And that is where it truly comes alive. Pangs of nostalgia reverberate in time to the kick drum while our own internal rhythms are swinging from bemusement to enjoyment in double time. In the end the latter wins, and we leave the theatre on the upbeat. By the time we’re out, dancing in the streets, we have forgotten the duff notes, and we’re not just singing the songs but singing the praises of the singers too.

 


JUST FOR ONE DAY at the Old Vic Theatre

Reviewed on 16th February 2024

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Manuel Harlan

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

A CHRISTMAS CAROL | ★★★★★ | November 2023
PYGMALION | ★★★★ | September 2023

JUST FOR ONE DAY

JUST FOR ONE DAY

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