★★★★★

“Never before has the emotional journey of the characters been portrayed with such intensity, sensitivity, joy, menace and clarity”

Originally conceived as a concert album, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice’s sung-through rock opera, “Jesus Christ Superstar”, has probably never had a night where it hasn’t been performed on a stage somewhere in the world since its Broadway premiere in 1971. Most people who see it nowadays have probably seen it multiple times before. No doubt a large-scale production. Paul Hart’s revival, using actor musicians, at the Watermill Theatre is extraordinarily intimate and immersive, but the impact is as huge. We emerge electrified and emotionally charged. This is an interpretation like you have never seen before.

The opening guitar riff is unmistakable. Gradually joined by flute, trombone, then cello it grows stealthily into the iconic ‘Overture’ and Judas’ number ‘Heaven on Their Minds’. Before we know it, ‘What’s the Buzz’ grasps the Motown vibe with wild abandon, stunning it with its stabs of horns. There is a carnival atmosphere. It is Gothic and sepulchral yet lives on the street. Urban and rural, Biblical and modern. Clubland but also the wilderness. There is no space between the performers and the audience, so we cannot help but be a part of the journey: an odyssey that is intimate, urgent, sexy and rebellious.

Depicting the last few days leading up to the death of Jesus, the musical looks at the events mainly through the eyes of Judas. Max Alexander-Taylor – as Judas – has the subversive energy of a punk musician, the voice of a Prog-Rock demi-God and the defiance and impetuosity of a true sceptic. His emotions flicker in his eyes and gestures before being fired from his electric guitar solos like bolts of lightning. Michael Kholwadia’s Jesus is stunningly beautiful in black eyeliner, with the aura of a jaded touring ‘superstar’ at the end of his tether, sick of being surrounded by yes-men. The chemistry between the two is electric. Making up the trio is Parisa Shahmir. They say that behind every great man is a woman. Mary stands by her man. Shahmir stands apart, and stands out too. Solid, strong and sassy; virtuous but oozing sex appeal, she soothes with a velvet voice, particularly when her rendition of ‘Everything’s Alright’ melts into just her and her guitar with an echoing, dreamy vocal.

But this is an ensemble production; each cast member an integral part of Hart’s ingenious staging. When Alexander-Taylor launches into ‘Damned for All Time/Blood Money’, simple movements evoke the walls closing in on the impossible choices Judas is forced to make. Anjali Mehra’s choreography is immediate and finely in tune with the nuances of the narrative while paying fine attention to detail. Similarly evocative are David Woodhead’s set and costume and Rory Beaton’s lighting design, both of which brim with inventive touches. Sound designer Tom Marshall has an impossible task, but the amalgam of voices, instruments and locations is spot on. We never miss a beat, a word, a stab of the horns or the subtlest strum of an acoustic guitar.

It is a futile task to single out performances where even the ensemble stands out, but mention has to be made of Olugbenga Adelekan as Caiaphas, whose voice can plumb the depths and reach the heights within a semi-quaver. Cool but dangerous he commands the space each time he claims the stage. Christian Edwards, as Pilate, also seizes our gaze, so you simply can’t take your eyes off him. ‘Pilate’s Dream’ is a… well… a dream of a song.

For Act Two we are outside in the Watermill’s grounds. What better way to embody the Garden of Gethsemane? Guards trumpet from the rooftops while Kholwadia’s voice soars over the treetops. As the sun goes down, we anticipate a riot. The apostles like Gothic revellers clash with the Roman soldiers like riot police, and we are caught in the crossfire before being ushered back inside.

‘King Herod’s Song’ is a hilarious, scandalous, risqué number with Samuel Morgan-Grahame holding fort as a bondage club host. Camp but menacing, he is an S&M king wandering onto the set of the Rocky Horror show while Anjali Mehra’s choreography comes to the fore with a sadistic, macabre and extremely funny routine.

But as we reach the final moments, the sheer strength of the show forces its way into the foreground with a poignancy that overshadows previous incarnations of this musical. Yet throughout there has still been space for occasional lightness of touch and humour that is essential, and inbuilt, into the story. At times it seems that Hart has a hot line direct to Lloyd Webber’s original intention.

Never before has the emotional journey of the characters been portrayed with such intensity, sensitivity, joy, menace and clarity. The stakes are high, emotionally and politically. And the talents and musicality are on a scale that is breathtaking. This show gets to the heart of the matter, and pierces our hearts too. It is an unmissable production – instantly recognisable as the classic that it is, but also like you have never seen before (as I have said before!).

EVITA

The London Palladium

★★★★

“an enjoyably bold twist on a classic”

In a theatre landscape overrun by the contemporary glitz of Six, & Juliet and yet another adaptation of an early 2000s chick-flick – it’s a big ask to dazzle audiences with a seventies relic telling the tale of an Argentine political powerhouse, but Jamie Lloyd’s new production of Evita certainly gives it a good go.

From the off it almost feels as if you could be sitting in NYC watching the recent Sunset Boulevard: this is classic Lloyd. We’re talking sparse stage, bleak colours and characters refusing to look each other in the eye. But despite the harsh initial impression it leaves, this production of Tim Rice and Andrew Lloyd Webber’s classic musical packs a mighty punch and certainly pushes the boat out for what we’ve come to love and expect of the usually colourful, safe Lloyd Webber shows.

Just in case you’ve managed to dodge the plot for the past fifty years, Evita follows the story of Eva Peron, an Argentine political leader and second wife to former president Juan Peron. We follow Eva from her days of ambitious youth in the slums of Argentina to her remarkable ascension to power and fame, and finally through to her untimely demise. Rachel Zegler takes on the role of Eva with fierce, soaring vocals that bring a desperately needed new lease of life to this score. The American actress exudes seemingly endless energy as she struts, gyrates and bops her way around the stage (choreography by Fabian Aloise). Indeed, Zegler barely has a moment to catch her breath (as emphasised by Diego Andres Rodriguez, who plays Che, sneaking her water bottle onstage mid dance break) and is present for Eva’s entire journey. Despite her youth, Zegler plays the two decades span of Eva’s life with clarity and grace; often reminding us that Eva herself was only thirty-three years old when she passed away from cervical cancer. However, one can’t help but wish Zegler would step outside of her box a little more and really take the bull by the horns: a little less prettiness and a little more grit would been welcome.

Throughout Lloyd’s updated production one can really tell they are watching a show made for 2025. Some of the modernisms work beautifully (groovy drum solos during Dangerous Jade and the ensemble twerking to Eva, Beware of the City; I’m looking at you) and some of them really miss the mark: the Camp Rock style E-V-I-T-A chant implanted into Rainbow High implants the audience in entirely the wrong atmosphere.

A much-anticipated stand out moment of the show was of course Zegler’s Don’t Cry For Me Argentina delivered live from an outside balcony thanks to the help of some handy camerawork. For those of us inside the theatre, it really felt as if Eva was becoming untouchable as she rose power; no longer a tangible entity for us to hold. Either that or she was out with her Descamisados in the street and we, the elite, were not privy to her love stuck inside our bejewelled theatre boxes. Either way the FOMO was real.

The plight of the Descamisados (‘without shirts’ in Spanish which is quite literal for Rodriguez in this production) has never been more clearly shown than with the brutal visuals of Che; bloodied, battered and cowering on the floor, cruelly doused in paint in the colours of the country he adores. Rodriguez brings a charismatic charm to the role which matches the sass of Zegler perfectly. Indeed, the pair have beautiful chemistry, playfully flirting their way through the score in an effort to make Eva’s rise and Che’s fall all the more heartbreaking and impactful.

The design elements of the show (Soutra Gilmour set and costume, Jon Clark lighting and Adam Fisher sound) take a while to get going. One feels, much like Eva’s own story, that the show peaks in the middle, with the bookends being a little sluggish and dull. While Zegler prances around mostly in a bralette and shorts (not what you typically expect of Eva Peron), the ensemble costumes seem to grow to match the acquisition of Eva’s wealth. There’s a nice touch towards the end of act one as the ensemble emerge dressed identically to the two Perons: a people united in reflecting their leaders.

The real standout song of the show is The Art of the Possible. Traditionally a moment devoted to the hyper-masculine, military ensemble, Llyod has reimagined this moment as a beautiful reminder of the power Eva held. While still sung by men, the song is led by a female ensemble member who, whilst dressed to the nines in a pseudo military get up, exudes power and sultriness as she guides each female assassin standing behind the soldiers in their executions. Deaths that come in the package of a popped balloon (or not popped in the case of one poor ensemble member) and Argentinian blue confetti.

We are happily appeased by the traditional image we crave of Eva Person – the jewels, the gown, the blonde hair – though Zegler’s stark stripping of these elements as we watch through the camera lens is yet another reminder that this is a show that’s fighting back against our desires. Still, the act one finale gives us the grandiose we yearn for: more confetti canons than you’ve seen in your life and elated ensemble vocals drowning out a bloodied, broken Che. In fact, the ensemble excel throughout and seamlessly fill the stage with their flowing, coordinated movements, though one does feel these start to get samey pretty quickly. The ending, much like the beginning, is stark, modern, and just a little uninteresting given the heights we’ve seen this show reach before. Despite a few teething problems (a very noisy backdrop that insisted on being lowered during quiet songs and the ensemble’s lack of ability to coordinate their consonant placement) this production holds real power and is a clear reminder of the harsh, cruel reality of Evita’s story.

While the highlighted elements of elected power versus the power of the people are certainly relevant to today’s bleak political landscape, the show lacks the overall gritty punch of a call to arms. But whether this is the most needed piece of theatre right now or not, it’s certainly an entertaining night out and an enjoyably bold twist on a classic.

JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR

Watermill Theatre

★★★★★

“Never before has the emotional journey of the characters been portrayed with such intensity, sensitivity, joy, menace and clarity”

JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR

Watermill Theatre

Reviewed on 3rd July 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Pamela Raith

Last ten shows reviewed at this venue:

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EVITA

The London Palladium

★★★★

“an enjoyably bold twist on a classic”

EVITA

The London Palladium

Reviewed by Kathryn McQueen

Photography by Marc Brenner

Previously reviewed at this venue:

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