SHUCKED

Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

★★★★★

“The fun factor is dolloped on as thick as melted butter on crispy corn on the cob”

You can imagine exactly whereabouts in the United States Cob County (the fictional location for the musical comedy “Shucked”) would lie. Somewhere on the border of Arkansas and Oklahoma, where the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye, and the town-folk, dressed like raggedy scarecrows, can’t see beyond the wall of maize that shields the outside world. ‘People don’t leave Cob County’, we are told. Well, hey, if I found myself there, I’d never want to leave either judging by the sheer joy even just two hours in their company can give.

Regents Park Open Air Theatre is the perfect backdrop for this real gem of a musical. A score of catchy tunes; a Prairie-sized dose of charm and compassion; a wagonload of amazeballs song and dance and the corniest jokes you dare to imagine, all roll into town, via Broadway, to give us a night we’re going to remember for quite some time. Robert Horn’s book openly celebrates its own richly flavoured cheesiness by packing it full of puns and punchlines, while Brandy Clark and Shane McAnally’s country-tinged music and lyrics keeps the smile firmly on our faces with their mix of foot-tapping, bluesy reels and soul-stirring ballads. This formula really shouldn’t work. The story is preposterous, the final message unbelievably schmaltzy and some of the jokes as old as the American Outback; yet we are ‘shucked’ into loving it (a hasty qualification needed here – some of the one-liners are, in fact, surprisingly audacious and shockingly risqué, and would mercifully go over the heads of the younger members of the audience).

We are introduced to the Midwestern community by way of Storyteller One and Storyteller Two; Monique Ashe-Palmer and Steven Webb respectively – a joyous pair whose comic timing and flair keep the narrative in check with a rancher’s whip-cracking skill. At the heart of the story is Maizy (Sophie McShera) whose wedding vows to Beau (Ben Joyce) are interrupted by the corn crop suddenly and mysteriously dying. An unsolved mystery – which, in fact, is just a mystery – Webb tells us. Maizy dares to venture beyond the county limits in order to find a solution to the crop failure. She winds up in Tampa, an exaggerated, greeting-card-type metropolis where she meets grifter Gordy (Matthew Seadon-Young), a corn doctor (of course). Gordy is in debt to some not-so-gangsterish gangsters, and he sees in Maizy an opportunity to do some good ole shucking and shake off his creditors. Maizy, on the rebound from breaking off with Beau, is lovestruck, and the two of them head back to Cob County. What follows is a messy mix of misdirected romance, deception, and a full-on, heart-on-sleeve parable about the strength of community, family and belonging, and the triumph of good over bad.

To put it simply, the cast is outstanding. McShera’s Maizy has a real sense of the comedy but layers it with a steely tenderness that refuses to suffer fools. And a voice to match. Joyce’s literal-minded Beau is a delight, seeing the world in black and white but colouring it in with splashes of charisma and slapstick empathy. And a voice to match. His side kick and brother, Peanut – played by the terrific Keith Ramsay – has the burden of the corny jokes but he carries them all with an ease, delivering them with a deadpan hilarity. Meanwhile, Maizy’s cousin, the whisky-brewing, sassy Lulu is a tour de force of a performance in the hands of Georgina Onuorah. And a voice to match (have I said that?). In fact, Onuorah’s voice soars above all else. Seadon-Young is slick as oil as the slippery Gordy wishing he was better at being bad, though his performance couldn’t be better if he tried. Director Jack O’Brien brings out the best in all of them, including the ensemble – highlighting Sarah O’Gleby’s inventive choreography which occasionally verges on the acrobatic – and some perilous use of barrels and planks.

The music worms its way into our ears and takes root. At once familiar in its mix of pop, musical theatre, country and some serious balladeering; but unique enough to sound fresh and lyrically holding its own against the onslaught of wordplay in the book. From the rousing opening number ‘Corn’, through the obligatory ballads (mostly given to McShera); Seadon-Young’s bluesy ‘Bad’ and Onuorah’s showstopping ‘Independently Owned’, the numbers are a delight. This isn’t high art, but the spirit (and the corn) is sky high. An elephant’s eye wouldn’t come close. The fun factor is dolloped on as thick as melted butter on crispy corn on the cob. If it’s possible, this musical is tastier even. Sweeter, cheesier and packed with joy. One taste and you’ll be wanting to go back for more.

SHUCKED

Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

Reviewed on 20th May 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Pamela Raith

Previously reviewed at this venue:

FIDDLER ON THE ROOF | ★★★★★ | August 2024

THE SECRET GARDEN | ★★★ | June 2024

THE ENORMOUS CROCODILE | ★★★★ | May 2024

TWELFTH NIGHT | ★★★★★ | May 2024

LA CAGE AUX FOLLES | ★★★★★ | August 2023

ROBIN HOOD: THE LEGEND. RE-WRITTEN | ★★ | June 2023

ONCE ON THIS ISLAND | ★★★★ | May 2023

LEGALLY BLONDE | ★★★ | May 2022

ROMEO AND JULIET | ★★★★ | June 2021

SHUCKED

★★★★

“The script may read like a Hallmark greetings card at times, but the show has all the hallmarks of a major hit.”

Being challenged in life is inevitable, but being defeated is optional. So runs one of the tag lines for Henry Fraser’s inspirational memoir published in 2017. Fraser was just seventeen years old when a tragic swimming accident on holiday in Portugal crushed his spinal cord. Paralysed from the shoulders down, he challenged and then conquered the unimaginable difficulties and, in doing so, has inspired others and taught invaluable lessons in how to seize life and adapt to a new way of living. But central to the story is the fact that he was never alone. The repercussions, reactions and unblinking support of his family and closest friends are unavoidably swept into the tidal wave of the drama. A real-life drama transformed into an uplifting, larger-than-life musical drama by Joe White (book), Nick Butcher (music and lyrics) and Tom Ling (lyrics).

The piece revolves around a dialogue between the two Henry’s: post-accident (Ed Larkin) and pre-accident (Jonny Amies). It is a love-hate, symbiotic relationship. A tug-of-war where the two are simultaneously struggling to teach each other how to look backwards and forwards. The chemistry between Larkin and Amies is unfeigned and naturally heartfelt; the necessary conflicts yielding much of the show’s humour and pathos. But the rest of the cast have their fair share too. Crucial to Fraser’s rehabilitation is physiotherapist Agnes, played with undisguised relish by Amy Trigg. Occasionally a little too pleased with the audience reception, Trigg is nevertheless a charismatic tour de force, graced with some of the best lines. Linzi Hately and Alasdair Harvey as the mother and father respectively both touch on the agony and the ecstasy inherent in the narrative. Particularly Hately as she looks back on her son’s early life during her standout solo number. ‘One to Seventeen’. The lyrics border on sentimentality but are pulled back by Hately’s honest and raw performance of the number.

“Fay Fullerton’s costume design is given its own catwalk during a gloriously surreal nightclub scene”

Elsewhere the score is uniformly upbeat, almost relentlessly so as if the messages need to be drummed home with a four-four backbeat and rousing chorus. The show stopping “The World is Waiting” heralds the interval but feels like the grand finale. One wonders where it can go from here, but the second act does open with therapeutic doses of comedy. And Fay Fullerton’s costume design is given its own catwalk during a gloriously surreal nightclub scene with a ‘Monopoly’ fancy dress theme. Later, as the characters race towards the dependable denouement, primary colours are the order of the day. It is brash and it is bold, and undoubtedly stirring, but we see the vivid rainbow of colours without really understanding the unseen shades of the spectrum. All of a sudden Henry Fraser is opening an exhibition of his artwork – painted just by using his mouth – yet the narrative airbrushes out the sweat and tears that were shed to reach that achievement. Fraser’s story is one of extreme triumph and hardship, but too often here it seems to be given an easy ride.

Nevertheless, it is a triumphant production. Luke Sheppard’s staging is impeccable, eschewing any kind of set, relying on lighting (Howard Hudson), innovative choreography (Mark Smith) and, above all, outstanding performances. It is a celebration of life. There is absolutely no room for negativity. At the heart of Henry Fraser’s hard-won philosophy is his belief that every day is a good day. The script may read like a Hallmark greetings card at times, but the show has all the hallmarks of a major hit.

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SHUCKED

★★★★★

Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

SHUCKED

Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

★★★★★

“The fun factor is dolloped on as thick as melted butter on crispy corn on the cob”