★★★★★

“Paul Hilton delivers a definitive Scrooge, embodying the character with razor sharp wit, aching pathos, and a raw blend of grit and despair”

We all know ‘A Christmas Carol’ inside out – right? This production proves otherwise, reworking the classic tale of ghosts and greed into a spellbinding tribute to flawed humanity. This spectacular show marries the finest stagecraft with true Christmas spirit, delivering joy, generosity and – for many – a tear or two.

It’s Christmas Eve and miserly Ebenezer Scrooge scorns the cheer stirring every heart but his own. That night, the ghost of Jacob Marley, his long dead associate, warns Scrooge to change his ways. Three more ghostly visitations reveal Scrooge’s tragic journey from hopeful boy to heartless creditor, driven by fear and abuse. Can he discover the courage to love at last?

This adaptation by Jack Thorne (of ‘Harry Potter and the Cursed Child’ fame) premiered at the Old Vic in 2017, returning every year since. Its 2019 Broadway transfer was crowned with five Tony Award wins, so my expectations were high. And my, were they met!

Based on Dickens’ original novella, Thorne’s adaptation infuses redemption with real vulnerability. Scrooge is both humanised and haunted by an even darker past than Dickens imagined. At once victim and perpetrator, he emerges a richly complex figure portrayed with unsettling realism. His redemption arc isn’t romanticised either. After his Christmas epiphany, he rushes to tell lost love, Belle, he wishes he’d ‘done things differently’. Belle, however, cuts him short with a strikingly mature response: she’s content. Similarly, Scrooge’s manic Christmas party is transformed into a haunting provocation to follow through. It’s full of nuance and humanity, with achingly poignant moments that make me ugly cry more than once.

Under the direction of Matthew Warchus, Artistic Director of the Old Vic, and fluid movement by Lizzi Gee, unfolds a breathtaking ballet of people, props, and design. Staged in the round, the use of space is ingenious – aisles, auditorium and even air become part of the drama. Set pieces rise from the floor, lamps hover (or swing!) overhead, and every angle is considered. The performance is slick and seamless, each scene meticulously blocked and choreographed. Moments of stillness are chosen with care, creating space for genuine connection.

Christopher Nightingale’s Tony winning score weaves timeless Christmas carols and folk arrangements with satisfying ingenuity. Familiar strains take on new meaning: ‘God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen’ lands with knowing irony; ‘O Holy Night’ dramatically counterpoints Scrooge’s resistance to change. Perhaps my favourite element is the use of hand bells, their radiant brightness offering hope even at Scrooge’s lowest points.

Rob Howell’s set and costume design is breathtaking. Set pieces are revealed through ingenious mechanics, creating magical transitions. The immersive Christmas dinner is a theatrical event in its own right. Costumes use patchwork as a striking visual metaphor, symbolising life’s many experiences. Hugh Vanstone’s lighting design is a visual feast, deploying a perfectly synchronised array of lamps, spots, washes and effects. The lamp drop is a startling and spectacular masterstroke. Simon Baker’s sound design is superbly judged, creating a haunting and human soundscape.

This outstanding cast conveys remarkable warmth and depth. Paul Hilton delivers a definitive Scrooge, embodying the character with razor sharp wit, aching pathos, and a raw blend of grit and despair. Rob Compton’s buoyant charm and sharp comic timing lift Bob Cratchit, sparring effectively against Hilton’s spiky Scrooge. Matthew Durkan imbues Fred with sincerity and steadfast kinship. Lauren Jones gives Little Fan a youthful vitality that deepens into poignancy; Tanisha Spring is radiant as Belle, her hopeful spirit evolving into movingly mature acceptance. Both skilfully display vocal brilliance and emotional nuance. Olive Mac Mahon makes her professional stage debut as Tiny Tim, drawing tears with touching honesty.

The Old Vic’s ‘A Christmas Carol’ is an absolute must see. Aside from its theatrical brilliance, it also supports people living in poverty today. Few things capture the essence of Christmas more powerfully than that.

QUADROPHENIA, A MOD BALLET

Sadler’s Wells Theatre

★★★★★

“A truly triumphant interpretation – poignant and powerful.”

When Pete Townshend wrote the rock opera “Quadrophenia”, released back in 1973, he felt that The Who, as a band, was ‘lost’ and that the whole process of recording the double album ‘helped us find our way’ (his words). The central character is partly a reflection of this, but also a brilliant description – and representation – of the mid 1960s as seen through the eyes of a young man searching for meaning in a world filled with disillusionment. It has become a rock opera, a film and a classical opera. Now, as a ballet over half a century later, it maintains its relevance without the slightest hint of modernising it aesthetically or culturally. We are fully immersed, not just in pure nostalgia, but also the sheer beauty of the performances, the backdrop and the cinematic orchestral arrangements of the music.

Opening with crashing waves against a solitary rock, we see Jimmy alone on the outcrop, swiftly joined by his four personalities who move like the waves – like sirens luring him into the waters below. But Jimmy chooses the route back to his dissatisfied life. Paris Fitzpatrick is extraordinary as the young mod, Jimmy, barely away from the vast stage for a second, leading us and the other dancers through the tempestuous twists of his journey. The performers need little guidance, however. Each one is a leader in their own right: the Tough Guy, the Romantic or the Hypocrite; the Godfather, the Ace Face, the Mod Girl, the Rocker. Or the shell-shocked parent. Directed by Rob Ashford, every step is meticulously clear while Yeastculture.org’s panoramic video projections seamlessly carry us from place to place on Christopher Oram’s simple yet fluid set.

Steeped in symbolism, the emotional impact is compelling. We are constantly distracted from intellectual appreciation. The characterisation is as integral as the virtuosity of the dancers. When Fitzpatrick’s Jimmy meets his childhood friend (Euan Garrett), now a Rocker, the couple’s inner conflicts are vividly evoked in every movement. Paul Roberts’ choreography throughout is at once original and recognisable, athletic and intimate, violent and tender. It refuses categorisation; ballet moves swaying into jazz, contemporary, a touch of street. The impurity is vital to Roberts’ telling of the story. Jimmy’s parents, and his relationship with them, only need a few dance steps to give us the full picture. Stuart Neal and Kate Tydman – as the father and mother – attract and repel in gorgeous tarantellas, erotic and violent, bleeding into the Father’s traumatic memories of WWII (a disturbing yet perfectly glorious ensemble routine).

And, of course, we have the love interest: Serena McCall’s Mod Girl, sassy and sexy, moving within and without the yearning reach of our ‘quadrophenic’ protagonist. The charismatic rival, the Ace Face, is a constant threat – a swaggering and commanding Dan Baines, while Matthew Ball’s rock star figure, the Godfather, is a stark reminder to Jimmy never to meet your idol. A self-deprecating moment deliberately referencing The Who’s status in the seventies that has survived intact to the present day. This attention to detail surfaces in waves of nostalgia, that some may not fully appreciate. You have to be a true Londoner to feel the full dewy-eyed force of designer Oram’s recreation of Soho’s ‘New Piccadilly Café’. Authenticity is a keyword here, which is certainly amplified by Paul Smith’s sharp costumes.

The driving force is the music, orchestrated by Rachel Fuller (and Martin Batchelar). Faithful to Townshend’s original rock numbers, Fuller has scored the music for a full symphony orchestra. The electric rock rhythms of guitars and bass occasionally burst through, but elsewhere the vocal melodies and guitar solos are searing violins, aching cellos, rich double-basses or horn sections. Entirely instrumental, you can still at times hear Roger Daltrey’s voice surfing the multi-layered melody lines. Like the dancing, it is grand but far from precious. With both you could just as easily be in the Albert Hall or the sweaty dark of Wardour Street’s Marquee Club. Another landmark sadly gone. “Quadrophenia” harks back to another time that some say is long dead, but this ballet drags it alive and kicking into the present. It resonates unmistakably without any concession to the twenty-first century. It doesn’t need it. The essence is all there – in the dance and in the music.

When ‘Quadrophenia’ was first released, Pete Townshend probably had no idea of its legacy. Although he has since stated that The Who ‘never recorded anything so ambitious or audacious again’. “Quadrophenia: A Mod Ballet” is just as (maybe even more so) ambitious and audacious, even by today’s standards. A truly triumphant interpretation – poignant and powerful.

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

Old Vic

★★★★★

“Paul Hilton delivers a definitive Scrooge, embodying the character with razor sharp wit, aching pathos, and a raw blend of grit and despair”

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Old Vic

Reviewed on 25th November 2025

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Manuel Harlan

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QUADROPHENIA, A MOD BALLET

Sadler’s Wells Theatre

★★★★★

“A truly triumphant interpretation – poignant and powerful.”

QUADROPHENIA, A MOD BALLET

Sadler’s Wells Theatre

Reviewed on 25th June 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Johan Persson

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