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SHERLOCK HOLMES

★★★★

Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

SHERLOCK HOLMES

Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

★★★★

“complex and baffling and very silly; but intelligent and supremely clever too”

“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth”. So says Sherlock Holmes, on more than one occasion. A phrase he uses when evidence suggests a scenario is impossible. All the evidence points to “Sherlock Holmes” at Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre being one such ‘impossible scenario’; one that forces us to reconsider Conan Doyle’s literary legacy in a way that defies logic. What we witness is two and a half hours of barely controlled, but captivating chaos. Joel Horwood’s adaptation is very loosely based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s second Sherlock saga, “The Sign of Four”. The phrase ‘playing fast and loose’ comes to mind. The ending for starters – without giving anything way – goes off on its own radical tangent. Holmes (Joshua James) and Watson (Jyuddah Jaymes) are looking for a new case to solve, with little success. All the current newspaper stories are either too dull, or the mystery already solved. In walks Mary (Nadi Kemp-Sayfi) with the answer to their dilemma.

The adventure begins in India during the rule of the British Raj, shortly after the major uprising of 1857, where we are treated to a prologue of sorts that involves three British army officers, a native islander, a stolen treasure chest and plenty of double crossing. Years later, back in England, Mary – whose missing father was one of the army captains – receives a mysterious letter and some valuable jewels as a gift. She seeks out Holmes looking for answers and, without further ado, ‘the game is afoot’.

The turbulence of the ensuing mystery matches the tumultuous, dark clouds that hover overhead threatening to unleash their downpour and wash away any tenuous hold we have on the plot. But we cling on, not for dear life, but for the sheer delight in being swept along by the waves of nonsense, surrealism, slapstick and anarchism. Occasionally it is a little too much. Horwood, along with director Sean Holmes, have thrown a lot of stylistic contrivances into the pot and it seems, at times, that they’ve left it to boil over while being distracted by something else. But, like everything else in this production, it works brilliantly and unexpectedly. Comedy takes centre stage – there are many laughs – often at the expense of the characterisation which is sometimes a little off the mark. Lisa Aitken and Grace Smart’s costumes place the narrative in a dreamlike, music-hall-slash-circus setting, except for Sherlock who is dressed like he’s wandered in from a nineteen-eighties New Romantic nightclub.

Joshua James is channelling Rik Mayall for his portrayal of Holmes, although not so rambunctious as to overshadow the meticulous mind of the great sleuth. Jyuddah Jayme’s Watson is more of an equal than a foil, often in danger of being one step ahead. Kemp-Sayfi, as Mary, epitomises the damsel in distress, but only for a brief second. We think her life depends on the antics of the Baker Street duo; but think again. The supporting cast are all excellent throughout the incredibly fast-paced romp through the narrative and, against the odds, the open-air setting is used to miraculous effect. Escaped zoo animals invade the space; a hot air balloon reaches the treetops and even the tech balcony high above the seating is used – if you care to crane your neck sufficiently. Fire eaters and acrobats are not out of place amongst the ambitious staging.

The second act sees the surrealism take a stronger foothold, but we never lose sight of the underlying political commentary that Norwood emphasises. Mary is seen as a ‘threat to the Empire’; an immigrant at the mercy of a territorial judicial system. Beneath the exuberance of the play is a biting satire and its cloak of humour heightens the relevance. It doesn’t tell us what to think, but it certainly lays down its own views.

There is an irreverence to this interpretation of Conan Doyle’s detective stories, but embedded deep down somewhere, when you find it, there is respect too. We have been led into London’s underworld, but also into Alice’s Wonderland. It is complex and baffling and very silly; but intelligent and supremely clever too. Revolution and rebellion are often messy. “Sherlock Holmes”, in the open air, is a revelation – if not quite a revolution. Messy and rebellious, it is a theatrical extravaganza. And that, “however improbable, must be the truth”.



SHERLOCK HOLMES

Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

Reviewed on 13th May 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Tristram Kenton


 

 

 

 

SHERLOCK HOLMES

SHERLOCK HOLMES

SHERLOCK HOLMES

JUST FOR ONE DAY

★★★★

Shaftesbury Theatre

JUST FOR ONE DAY

Shaftesbury Theatre

★★★★

“the sheer joy and exhilaration that this musical creates is off the scale”

How many Rock Anthems can you fit under a proscenium arch? It could be the opening line of a bad dad joke, but it is a genuine question. The walls of the Shaftesbury Theatre must have been reinforced to contain the high-decibel multitude of eighties hits that are crammed into “Just for One Day: The Live Aid Musical”. Act One is jukebox musical, Act Two morphs into unadulterated rock gig celebrating the day, in 1985, when music reportedly changed the world. Somewhere in between, John O’Farrell’s book has slipped in some dialogue (often witty, sometimes clunky), more than a few overt messages and platitudes-a-plenty. The historical context is accurate, but we suspect some liberties have been taken, and the characterisation is unsubtle, to say the least. Yet the sheer joy and exhilaration that this musical creates is off the scale.

Transferring from the Old Vic last year in time for the fortieth anniversary of Live Aid, it goes a long way to refresh the intention of that memorable summer’s day – that music can ‘unite the world’. A touch grand maybe, but there is something for every generation. According to the producers and writers of the show, the world is split into two camps: those who were there and those who weren’t. A flippant critique perhaps, but there is a political weight beneath the levity. Even for those who were only born a decade or two after the event there is a sense of nostalgia that the ‘old-timers’ are more than happy to share and to bequeath. It’s all about legacy, and everyone involved (including Sir Bob Geldof) are determined that the message filters through to the next generations.

The show opens with a wall of sound as David Bowie’s ‘Heroes’ cascades from the stage. ‘I will be King’, the ensemble prophetically belts out in glorious, breath-taking harmony. Each cast member is, indeed, the king (or queen) of the stage. Gareth Owen’s sound design is faultless, combining an arena’s volume with a theatre’s intimacy and clarity. Musical Director Patrick Hurley’s six-piece band is the beating heart while the performers are the unrestrained soul. Luke Sheppard’s efficient and dynamic direction keeps the narrative pumping without missing a beat. What is striking is his choice to steer completely away from replicating or impersonating the original artists. Matthew Brind’s musical arrangements brilliantly retain the ostentation and bombast of the eighties while unashamedly moulding the songs into a contemporary, musical theatre setting.

After a few cursory introductions to a few of the lead characters we are given a potted history of the events. Bob Geldof (Craige Els), on a come down from the success of the Boomtown Rats’ number one hit, ‘Rat Trap’ (in reality, close to a decade separate the two events) is having a writer’s block moment, gazing at his television set. On comes the footage from Ethiopia. He swiftly accosts Midge Ure (Georger Ure – no relation!) in order to help him get the Band Aid charity single out in time for Christmas. A parallel scenario takes place Stateside with ‘Feed the World’. It’s not enough, though, so the ‘Live Aid’ is conceived and the impossible task of organising the event across two continents in record time is chronicled in… well – record time.

We are told the story from differing perspectives. Primarily Suzanne (Melissa Jacques) in the present, and her younger self (Hope Kenna); a record store salesperson who skips her exams and university prospects to get to Wembley for the concert. Suzanne’s daughter, Jemma (Fayth Ifil) is fed the backstory while reacting with modern sensibilities to the dubiously challenged motivations and politics of the eighties. As we bounce between the present and the past, fictitious and real-life personalities mingle and clash. Tim Mahendran’s Harvey Goldsmith is a wonderfully conceived caricature of the pragmatic promoter, but Julie Atherton’s Margaret Thatcher is the comedic show-stoppper.

The humour sits well with the seriousness of the cause, although the latter tends to rupture the narrative flow with preachiness. A visit to Ethiopia where Geldof meets aid worker Amara (Rhianne-Louise McCaulsky) feels forced and is capsized by clumsy comparisons to the Irish potato famine. But we only have a couple of hours – most of which is taken up by the incredible soundtrack – so it is hard to establish the worthiness without a concise, albeit fairly simplistic, approach.

But ultimately, we cannot fail to be moved. By the events, the memories, the music and the performances. McCaulsky’s rendition of Bob Dylan’s ‘Blowin’ in the Wind’, all drones and echoing vocals, is stunning. Freddie Love’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ is another highlight, along with Ifil’s ‘My Generation’. But each musical moment is a highlight. The second half of the show is pure spectacle. A real rockfest. A pure joyous gig. We are swept up, caught up and unable to resist going with the flow, so much so that we can sidestep the heavy-handed messages.

Early on in the evening, Ure gives us a solo, note perfect rendition of Ulravox’s ‘Dancing with Tears in our Eyes’. When the entire company belt out the finale – ‘Let it Be’ – we are by now dancing with tears in our eyes too. Whatever camp you fall into – whether you were there at Live Aid, or whether you weren’t; you should definitely make sure you are there now. Nostalgia has never been so good.



JUST FOR ONE DAY

Shaftesbury Theatre

Reviewed on 11th June 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Evan Zimmerman

 

 


 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

& JULIET | ★★★★ | April 2022
BE MORE CHILL | ★★★★ | July 2021
ABBA MANIA | ★★★★ | May 2021

 

 

JUST FOR ONE

JUST FOR ONE

JUST FOR ONE