“Bucchinoâs songs embrace the full spectrum of contemporary urban living with sensitivity and wit”
Itâs Only Life, John Bucchino and Daisy Princeâs musical revue of twenty-three heart-breaking and hilarious songs, is already a well-known enterprise in the world of American musical theatre. And rightly so: Bucchinoâs songs embrace the full spectrum of contemporary urban living with sensitivity and wit. Laid side by side, the songs dip, twist and soar, telling a collective story of stasis, desire, love, heartbreak and redemption.
The ensemble of five performers master these songs beautifully. Recent graduates Sammy Graham and Will Carey keep their cool amongst the more experienced performers Jennifer Harding, Noel Sullivan and Jordan Shaw, and, apart from some lyrics getting lost at the beginning, the vocals are flawless. Harding exudes pathos narrating the crossing paths of two lovers in âSweet Dreamsâ, and Carey memorably toys with his audience in the hilarious âOn My Bedside Tableâ, gritting his teeth trying to prove he is not at all phased by âthe fact that you and I are definitely throughâ. âGratefulâ bookends the piece and allows Sullivan a moment to show off his vocal range and power. Itâs refreshing that these performers can show restraint when itâs needed. This is a show about the songs and the story, not ego.
Justin Williams’ design stands out from the off. Cleverly using pastel blues, pinks, greens and oranges on a simple white background, Williams has created a space where props are close to hand and levels are used to maximum effect. Our stories can move from downtown bars to lonely bedrooms with little effort and give the songs a crucial context. Tania Azevedoâs direction too, is unflashy and in full service to the symphony of stories. No movement feels unnecessary, and the precision of the cast shows a wide variety of environments that the space itself would never allow.
The message of Itâs Only Life is hardly original, but kindly reminds us to embrace the things we fear. These songs act as stepping stones, from risk to risk, and we can only learn as we go how best to get to the other side. Ultimately, itâs a redemptive and moving revue. I saw audience members crying, holding hands, laughing out loud. The ensemble, representing a sexually diverse Britain, behave familiarly with their audience as if to say: âThese are our stories, but theyâre yours tooâ. And that is where Itâs Only Life really succeeds. Anyone can find a story here, or a moment, to relate to.
Itâs Only Life is an unforgettably enjoyable experience that comes highly recommended. Great songs, great vocals, great emotions ⌠whatâs not to love?
“Tessa Kadler … nails the comedy but melts the heart with the purity of her singing voice”
Written in 1972, âPippinâ uses the âplay within a playâ concept to recount the story of Pippin, a young prince on his search for meaning and significance in his life. The fourth wall is broken from the outset in what is quite a stunning opening as the players, lead by the formidable Genevieve Nicole as ringmaster-cum-emcee, launch into the prologue number, âMagic To Doâ.
Jonathan Boyleâs upbeat production at Southwark Playhouse lives up to this promise. Most of the time. That is no mean feat, as in less able hands this show could so easily fall apart under the weaknesses of the book. The story is derived from the real life medieval characters; âPepinâ and his father âCharlemagneâ, although there is no historical accuracy beyond the use of the names. Charting Pippinâs rite of passage the narration purposefully feels improvised, but the technique grates after a while and any intended poignancy is lost in the confusion.
On his quest for fulfilment, Pippin joins the army fighting for his father, but then leads a political rebellion against him and usurps the throne. Still unfulfilled he flees to the country and sets up home with a widow and her son. But he is still unsatisfied. One could share Pippinâs frustration if this haphazardly lazy fable wasnât rescued by Stephen Schwartzâs score. What Schwartz brings to the stage is fresh and modern but also recognisable in its influences, tipping his hat to Gilbert and Sullivan, Bernstein, Kander and Ebb, Motown, and adding his own pop sensibilities. William Wheltonâs masterful choreography is unmistakable in its homage to Bob Fosse who choreographed and directed the original Broadway production.
Jonathan Carltonâs Pippin is part âboy bandâ and âboy-next-doorâ, a charming mix that fits the role, but the show stealer is Tessa Kadler as the widow, Catherine, who nails the comedy but melts the heart with the purity of her singing voice.
But overall the initial promise of magic isnât quite sustained. The comedy doesnât always work: there is a feeling of trying too hard which is disengaging and which conflicts with the absurdity of the piece. The company should embrace the nonsense, or dispense with the plot entirely. The sideshow quality of Maeve Blackâs design adds a touch of seediness and sexiness and Aaron J. Dootsonâs lighting is spot on âCabaretâ. As a revue this would be the perfect show. The all singing, all dancing cast are faultless and with the eight piece band led by musical director, Zach Flis, it is a quite spectacular evening.
Just as Schwartzâs lyrics proclaim, the committed cast do perform magic. It is quite a conjuring trick to bring to life Roger O. Hirsonâs flimsy text. The music has soul, but the story lacks heart.