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THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY

★★★★

Riverside Studios

THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY

Riverside Studios

★★★★

“It is an absolute delight to interact with all these characters”


The Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is an alcoholic beverage invented by the ex-President of the Galaxy, Zaphod Beeblebrox, and is considered to be the “Best Drink in Existence.” It is said that its effects are similar to “having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick”. You can get one of these at the bar when you enter the mad-cap world of Arvind Ethan David’s adaptation of Douglas Adams’ iconic comedy science fiction franchise, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”. You may not experience the exact side effects as described, but when you come out of the show your brain could well feel like it has had some sort of collision with a lemon-wrapped projectile. Early on, there is a karaoke-style rendition of the 4 Non Blondes song, ‘What’s Going On?’. Exactly! That very question is a leitmotif of the evening.

Adams’ brilliantly constructed odyssey began as a radio sitcom and was rapidly adapted to other formats, including a novel, comic book, BBC television series, adventure game and a feature film. The basic thrust of the story charts the (mis)adventures of the last surviving man on Earth – Arthur Dent – after the planet’s demolition to make way for a hyperspace bypass. Dent is rescued at the last minute by Ford Prefect – a human-like alien writer for the eponymous travel guide – by hitching a ride on a passing Vogon spacecraft (the Vogons, incidentally, are the ones responsible for the Earth’s destruction). Following Arthur’s rescue, the adventures begin.

Purists, and acolytes of the original, may be scandalised by the liberties taken in this stage adaptation. It begins faithfully enough, but the diversions and deviations stretch exponentially the deeper we drift into the galaxy’s outer reaches. But ‘don’t panic!’ (as per the guide’s renowned catchphrase), the journey is an absolute blast from start to finish. Even if we never reach the ‘Restaurant at the End of the Universe’. No apologies for a spoiler there. If you haven’t heard of it, or if you don’t know who Zaphod Beeblebrox or Slartibartfast are, or simply even where your towel is, then that’s your own fault. Where have you been these last millennia?

The show is an immersive, promenade performance that takes over the two main theatre spaces of the venue. Co-creator and production designer, Jason Ardizzone West, has transformed the studios into a whole other make-believe universe. Gareth Owen’s sound design whispers and shouts to us from every possible direction; while Aiden Bromley’s lighting, coupled with Leo Flint’s myriad and giant video installations, are on a breathtakingly astronomical scale. If you normally prefer to steer clear of promenade performances, fear not – the directorial team (Georgia Clarke-Day with co-directors Simon Evans and David Frias-Robles) ensure a seamless passage from space to outer space. Don’t forget to look out for ‘Marvin the Paranoid Android’ on the way – a brilliant example of Charlie Tymms’ puppet design. It must have been a technical nightmare, but this team have turned it into a technological dream.

The cast are all joyful and energetic, encapsulating their character’s particular personalities to great effect. Oliver Britten is suitably scatty and eccentric as the dilettante Ford Prefect (‘Dr Who’ casting directors – look this way). Robert Thompson’s Arthur Dent has the troubled demeanour of the constant worrier to perfection. Torn between his love for the planet and for his sweetheart (a wonderfully sassy Kat Johns-Burke as Fenchurch) he ricochets from crisis to crisis in love-sick befuddlement. Lee V G dazzles as the irrepressible, irresponsible, swaggering Zaphod Beeblebrox. Equally commanding, and majestic, is Richard Costello’s white bearded Slartibartfast, the planet maker, who is working on Earth V2, and who does a lot of useful explaining to any audience member who may be a bit in the dark by this point. However, even those familiar with the story may start to lose their way. The artistic license applied – particularly to the conclusion – does stretch the space time continuum. And the message is quite different, dolloped now as it is with saccharine doses of romanticism and greeting card platitudes. But we can’t deny the sheer upbeat positivity. It is an absolute delight to interact with all these characters; the major and the minor ones. The sexy Eccentrica Gallumbits has a walk on part in the books, but Briony Scarlett brings her centre stage. Andrew Evans adopts a forlorn yet metallic voice for the persistently depressed Marvin.

It is a rotating cast, so you may not get the exact same cast listed in this review, depending on the performance schedule. But I feel sure that any configuration will be as talented and charismatic as the next. The cast frequently break into song which, although unnecessary, is bizarrely a bonus. Other additions, that may seem odd on paper, similarly work well. An overt reference, or rather a homage, to Noël Coward’s ‘Brief Encounter’ is exceedingly cleverly executed.

You may not get the full story. And you almost certainly won’t get the answer to “life, the universe and everything”. But the answer is unimportant. In the books we never even learn what the question is. In short, so long as you don’t question “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” too much, you are in for a stellar and mind-blowing ride. Question: should you see it? Answer: an unequivocal ‘Yes!’



THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY

Riverside Studios

Reviewed on 25th November 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Jason Ardizzone-West


 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

DA VINCI’S LAUNDRY | ★★★★ | October 2025
BLESSINGS | ★★★ | October 2025
BROWN GIRL NOISE | ★★★½ | September 2025
INTERVIEW | ★★★ | August 2025
NOOK | ★★ | August 2025
A MANCHESTER ANTHEM | ★★★★ | August 2025
HAPPY ENDING | ★★★★ | July 2025
DEAR ANNIE, I HATE YOU | ★★★★ | May 2025
THE EMPIRE STRIPS BACK | ★★★★★ | May 2025
SISYPHEAN QUICK FIX  | ★★★ | March 2025

 

 

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Donmar Warehouse

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★★★

“Greig’s encapsulation of the sandwich generation – elderly parent to care for and young children too – is a masterclass in empathy and subtlety”

There’s a sign on the wall on the way into the Donmar theatre warning patrons about the use of herbal cigarettes in the production. There is no sign pre-figuring the far greater traumas the audience is about to experience: the indignity of death, the intrusions of humiliating healthcare, the cruel tricks of a failing brain.

Little wonder then that daughter Bo is keen on a swift departure for Beth, her mother, who has suffered dementia of late, and debilitating strokes.

Bo frets about everything, always has done, so she’s extra keen to convey to the nurses that her actions are merciful and not, as they occasionally hint, cruel and self-serving. Indeed, this was her mother’s repeated wish – pills, pillow over the face, nil by mouth etc.

She was a firecracker in her day, indomitable and difficult, full of life – not this half-inhabited skeleton.

Writer-director Anna Mackmin mines her own experiences to inform a difficult piece that leaps back and forth through time to capture scenes from a fractious mother-daughter relationship.

There are significant problems with the play, but the casting decisions mitigate many. Tamsin Greig as everywoman Bo and Celia Imrie as the feckless bohemian Beth paper over many a structural flaw. They are superb. Funny and touching and bracing. Greig’s encapsulation of the sandwich generation – elderly parent to care for and young children too – is a masterclass in empathy and subtlety.

Bo is dowdy, unkempt and frazzled, scratching out a life in the grout between vast slabs of thankless obligation. Her mother – a peacock in her day – has spent years pointing out her daughter’s shortcomings to the point where Bo has seemly embraced the criticisms in a grim homage. And yet, occasionally Beth (never “mum”) is an inspiration too, a source of joy and laughter.

Fittingly, designer Lez Brotherston’s stage has the operatic hospital bed on a raised stage, surrounded by medical paraphernalia and appearing more like a courtly throne. A step down and we’re in Beth’s ramshackle cottage, firmly frozen in the free-loving 1960s. Here she keeps her loom and her woven artworks. A vast black backdrop fills in some gaps with scratchy projections.

Unfortunately, the play – as baggy as Bo’s “Greenham Common” cardigan – has nowhere particularly to go with this set-up and offers few revelations beyond the Ab-Fab dynamic of selfish mother and attendant child.

There’s a certain shocking delight watching Celia Imrie swear like a trooper or provide a play-by-play recitation of her sexual antics, but this is always going to offer a diminishing return.

Director Anna Mackmin has failed to press writer Anna Mackmin on some key questions. Is it worth two hours? What do we learn? Does the play need another few minutes in the oven to be truly ready?

Her script captures scenes from their life when Bo is six, 18 and off to university (needy mum is desperate not to be left behind), in her 30s, 40s and so on, as though Beth’s failing brain is compiling a highlights reel. But once we have seen one flashback, we have seen them all, and the absence of progress ramps up the need for mawkish sentimentality as filler.

The saving grace is experiencing Tasmin Greig close up in the Donmar’s intimate space. She manages to find grandeur in the gruelling mundane and it is compensation enough.



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Donmar Warehouse

Reviewed on 21st February 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Johan Persson

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

NATASHA, PIERRE & THE GREAT COMET OF 1812 | ★★★★★ | December 2024
SKELETON CREW | ★★★★ | July 2024
THE HUMAN BODY | ★★★ | February 2024
LOVE AND OTHER ACTS OF VIOLENCE | ★★★★ | October 2021

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