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THE MARQUISE

★★★★

UK Tour

THE MARQUISE

Theatre Royal Windsor

★★★★

“this production places Coward’s inherent humour, intelligence and wit fully under the spotlight”

Noël Coward’s romantic comedy play, “The Marquise”, was already his thirteenth full-length play – written at the tender age of twenty-eight. Up to that point, his work always had a contemporary setting, but this latest offering (which he himself described as a ‘tenuous, frivolous little piece’) found him exploring the early eighteenth century, just outside Paris. Philip Wilson’s revival keeps the action in France but takes it back to more familiar Coward territory in which we find ourselves immersed in the glamour of the 1930s. Tuxedos and taffeta adorn the stage as the houselights fade, revealing the art deco splendour of Colin Falconer’s streamlined set. We are in the lacquered interior of Raoul de Vriaac’s chateau, celebrating the engagement of his daughter Adrienne to the son of his old friend, Esteban.

At first, the transposition is a seemingly inspired choice made by Wilson, who directs with the panache and fluidity of a Coward connoisseur. But then again, it is also an obvious choice given the character of the quintessential dialogue; the beauty of which wouldn’t be out of place set in today’s world either. Wilson was also granted permission from the Noël Coward Estate to implement another (minor) tweak that further delivers the play from its more censored origins.

Frivolous it may be. Tenuous it certainly isn’t. The company give robust and convincing performances as they negotiate class divides while bridging the gap between the two World Wars. While the majority are still wallowing in the Roaring Twenties, patriarch Raoul is letting his mindset drift into the Great Depression. Simon Shepherd plays the misanthrope with subtle humour. Memories of the past disturb Raoul, whereas Esteban delights in the shared recollections of their debauchery. Tristan Gemmill is a silver fox, teasing his partner in crime while still holding onto the threadbare affection. Their respective children – Adrienne (Eva O’Hara) and Miguel (Barnaby Tobias) – are rebelling against the marriage their fathers have arranged for them. Adrienne is in love with Raoul’s secretary, Jacques (Albie Marber) while Miguel has fallen for a dancer in Paris.

The ensuing mix of recriminations and outrages is thrown into further disorder by the emergence of the Marquise Eloise de Kestournel. In a role that could have been written for her, Juliet Aubrey lights up the stage. She is fire and ice. The romantic and the pragmatist rolled into a cool stillness, remaining unruffled as she reveals old secrets to her two old flames. Shepherd and Gemmill, in turn, are funny and furious in their comic outrage as the revelations come to the surface.

After the interval, the style becomes more mixed. Classic Coward humour gives way to (almost) farcical scenes. In addition, there are shades of Ibsen, along with vivid splashes of Wilde. Yet the whole is never clumsy, nor contrived, even when the finale looms into plain sight. A couple of anachronisms could potentially jar; such as a fencing duel between Raoul and Esteban which is an unlikely scenario in this setting, but the two actors pull it off with their ability to mix comedy and rage with playful affection. And, of course, a Coward comedy is incomplete without a bit of music. Largely absent throughout – despite the presence of a grand piano – Aubrey eventually gets to showcase her talents further during the closing moments. A melancholy little tune, played and sung alone, slowly shapeshifts into a glorious ensemble sequence. It is a magical moment, veering off-piste slightly, but a clear signpost for the eventual coupling of these disparate characters.

“The Marquise” is one of Coward’s lesser performed plays. Transporting it to the 1930s is not merely an inspired choice; it also puts the story back where it belongs, allowing its flair to flourish. It doesn’t just shed light on family secrets and scandals, but this production places Coward’s inherent humour, intelligence and wit fully under the spotlight. Sense of style, and sense of humour, are a perfect match.



THE MARQUISE

Theatre Royal Windsor then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 1st June 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Alastair Muir


 

 

 

 

THE MARQUISE

THE MARQUISE

THE MARQUISE

GLORIOUS!

★★★

UK Tour

GLORIOUS!

Theatre Royal Windsor

★★★

“a very watchable, and funny, portrait of a very eccentric woman”

The American socialite, Florence Foster Jenkins, who was widely mocked for her poor singing ability once famously remarked that “people may say I can’t sing… but no one can ever say I didn’t sing”. It throws into question just how aware she was of her considerable vocally deficiencies. Was she in on the joke, or did she honestly believe that she had talent? To some extent, Peter Quilter’s stage comedy “Glorious!” addresses the dilemma. It treats its subject very much as a joke – especially in the first act – but also gives us a glimpse of the complex personal history behind an eccentric who is merely trying to live her dream. The latter may come a little too late, and the former overdramatised and outstretched. The jokes – at Jenkins’ expense – are relentless and repetitive, and consequently our belief in the extent of her self-delusion is undermined.

It is 1944 and Florence Foster Jenkins (Wendi Peters) is recruiting a new accompanist, having dismissed her original one after catching him giving her audience a ‘knowing smile’ during a performance. In walks Cosmé McMoon (Matthew James Morrison) who rather swiftly discovers what he is letting himself in for, but takes the job anyway. A lifelong alliance ensues which is eventually portrayed by the pair as a touching tribute to the human spirit. Morrison is a striking presence and a talented pianist who finds the perfect balance between humouring Jenkins and showing unwavering support and loyalty. We get that McMoon is not just in it for the money, of which Jenkins has plenty, inherited from her father. Also inherited was her fierce determination – a direct and perverse reaction to her father’s dismissal of her ambitions by refusing to fund her musical education. The loss of her sister at the tender age of eight also had profound effects on shaping her personality. These facts are glossed over somewhat, as is her first marriage and her subsequent relationship with the actor St. Clair Bayfield.

But, to be fair, that is not the ambition of the play. Quilter is unashamedly playing for laughs. And Peters and Morrison certainly deliver. Peters channels Hyacinth Bucket from ‘Keeping up Appearances’, with a faultless American accent – and more faultless is her ability to sing extremely badly. One needs to be a virtuosic vocalist to be able to get it so wrong so convincingly. It is a bold performance, complete with outrageous costumes courtesy of Ingrid Hu. Morrison has more to play with and stands out as the sympathetic piano-player, breaking out of character to address the audience directly, at times, with some much-needed exposition.

To complement what is inherently a two hander are Sioned Jones as friend and side-kick Dorothy, and Caroline Gruber’s Italian maid, Maria. “I’m sure she’s Italian just to annoy me” quips Jenkins with shades of ‘Fawlty Towers’ creeping into the script. Gruber also doubles as the uptight Mrs Verrinder Gedge who storms the stage during one of Jenkins’ recitals to deliver the truth – in true ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’ fashion. But the show ultimately belongs to Peters and Morrison, and we certainly feel the bond between the two. Director Kirk Jameson seems to take a while to find the true heart of the piece. Act One is very much a one-trick wonder that relies on slapstick rather than character; and we only really start warming to the couple in the second half. The gentler moments are quite touching, especially when Peters demonstrates moments of self-doubt that her peers rarely – if ever – saw. The comedy also works better the more subtly it is delivered. McMoon’s closet homosexuality is nearly blown by Jenkins during some cleverly constructed and unpredictable dialogue.

We do take particular pleasure from hearing Mozart’s ‘The Magic Flute’, for example, or Bizet’s ‘Carmen’ being well and truly murdered. Even if it does wear a bit thin. We are rewarded with a quite stunning finale that gives us a delicious taste of Wendi Peters’ true talents. What we hear in our head or in our heart is not always what is heard by those that surround us. Jenkins died shortly after her ill-fated public performance at Carnegie Hall. We may never really know how aware she was of others’ perception. “Glorious!” doesn’t attempt to shed more light on the quandary, but it is a very watchable, and funny, portrait of a very eccentric woman. Thankfully it hits many more right notes than its subject.



GLORIOUS!

Theatre Royal Windsor then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 17th March 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Chris Davis


 

 

 

 

GLORIOUS!

GLORIOUS!

GLORIOUS!