B&H Theatre Co. The Bakehouse Theatre. 27 Jan 2016
Bent, manic, mash up, mania perfectly describes Matthew Briggs and Josh Heaysman’s musical The Angel of Death.
What’s in the mix? Gilbert and Sullivan, Cabaret, Faustus, The Pirates of Penzance and the medieval morality play obviously, given it gave the world the grim reaper, as we know it. Hints of Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead and Jim Carrey’s movie Dumb and Dumber also come to mind. B&H Theatre Co take extreme liberal license with the era of Elizabeth I in which the work is set, by throwing in the black plague alongside the battle of the Spanish Armada, or their alternative version of it.
This over abundance of influences, obvious or inferred, is meant to successfully support a flash comic book style tale of a 16th Century ordinary man, mercilessly assassinated (seemingly for no reason), who is transformed into the Angel of Death by Nicholas Miotti’s dippy-hippy, light-hearted ‘God’ and Sophie Atkinson’s sexy down-and-dirty in tight black dress ‘Devil’. Theodore Girgolas as the reaper, is their plaything, their morality test gone too far with a liking for power and selfish desire to protect his wife and daughter from his assassin.
An overabundance of promise is not the same as a well trimmed, clear structure to the narrative, no matter how over or under abundant that content may be. Not to mention the execution of it onstage as guided by the work’s musical construct, scene to scene, context to context.
While Heaysman and Briggs are capable of coming up with some great lyrics, which neatly tie in with occasional scenes and characters, it’s unfortunate that musically and lyrically overall, The Angel of Death is two toned and flat even despite the icing of competent choreographic sets by Ashlee Skinner.
The duet Sêorita in Act Two is of note however, for its writing and performance by Lindsay Nash as Alonso Perez de Guzman and Carolina Fioravanti as Michelle.
There is so much promise in this work, drowned out by a desire to pump the production with too much, and reaching for a level of execution in performance the cast are not uniformly up for.
B&H Theatre Co want to be creators of new musical works they can license, and clearly have modelled themselves more on Gilbert and Sullivan than Rogers and Hammerstein (on the basis of this production).
The Angel of Death should serve as a learning, in which Heaysman and Briggs should see themselves striving towards their peak, having learned anew from each mishap as they head towards sharper, better work.
David O’Brien
When: 27 to 30 Jan
Where: The Bakehouse Theatre Main Stage
Bookings: trybooking.com
Adelaide Youth Theatre. Arts Theatre. 28 Jan 2016
Adelaide Youth Theatre's reputation for excellence is not exaggerated.
It shines forth in the company's latest production, Disney's The Little Mermaid.
One might be forgiven for thinking The Arts Theatre had just dropped in from Broadway, so slick and confident are the performances, so dazzling are the costumes, so tunefully beautiful is the orchestra.
This is the company created by teachers Kareanna Sarti and Emma Riggs, a company which puts its trust in the talent of its members, some of whom are very young indeed and the oldest are in their 20s.
This production of The Little Mermaid has been in the hands of Thomas Phillips as director, Shenayde Wilkinson-Sarti as choreographer, and Deborah Brennan as musical director. These are up-and-coming talents whose impact with this show belies their youth.
The audition process has flushed out Sophie Guidolin to play the lead of the mermaid, Ariel, with Ben Francis as the handsome prince with whom she falls in love. Guidolin has just the right clear, bright versatile voice and Francis has the voice, poise, and stage presence to carry comfortably the romantic core of the show. The character parts are delivered by wonderfully accomplished young performers: Jerome Javier as Sebastien the crab and Nathan Stafford as Scuttles the Seagull. These two score the added accolade of eliciting special plaudits from the younger audience members when faced with "what did you like best about the show?"
Javier gives splendid strength to the show's most famous song, Under the Sea, while Stafford's song and dance ebullience simply delights every time he is on stage.
Montana Vincent as the skating Flounder deserves mention, too.
Paris Anderson gives good voice to Ursula, the wicked squid of the deep, but it was the behind-the-scenes team of designers and costumiers who brought the house down with a cephalopod costume which, with the help of a team of black-clad puppeteers, filled the stage with a writhing mass of giant tentacles. What a spectacle.
Notable performances abounded with Jaci Gibson and Jess Beattie high on the list, and the six Mersisters up there too. Nice harmonies.
Andrew Crisp stepping in to give his exquisite baritone voice to King Triton and a mass of young singers and dancers in all sorts of stunning fish, jellyfish, and sea creature costumes give their disciplined all to the many big numbers of the show.
In the professional world, this is an economic era of scaled-back musicals so it is rare for audiences to see a full-scale production of any of the big shows, let alone at affordable prices. With a large investment of skill and dedication by a multitude, Adelaide Youth Theatre has found a way with no half measures. The pity of it is that a production of this scale and standard finds its exposure only at the tail end of school holidays.
Samela Harris
When: 28 to 31 Jan
Where: The Arts Theatre
Bookings: Tickets available at the door
Adelaide Festival Theatre. 13 Jan 2015
Like the film before it, Ghost – The Musical will have ‘mass appeal’. The show looks impressive; tells a familiar story; stars a musical theatre icon and a pop heartthrob; and will engage cinematic audiences.
The musical itself, however, has relatively lacklustre ensemble numbers and a disappointing score devoid of any real substance to drive the story. So, one finds oneself in a quandary; is it actually any good? Much of the audience appears to enjoy it a great deal - despite applause being relatively thin throughout. The feedback is mixed.
One is certainly entertained; but simultaneously disappointed at a missed opportunity.
When lovers Sam Wheat and Molly Jensen are separated by a twist of fate, Molly is left on her own while Sam’s spirit is trapped between earth and the afterlife until he resolves the circumstances of his own demise, and saves Molly from further harm.
Jemma Rix delivers a powerhouse performance in voice as Molly, yet seems hampered emotionally by the limited depth of the script. Her performance is excellent, but it is fair to say that both of the lead characters are a bit emotionally vapid by comparison to the on-screen originals. Rob Mills’ Sam is initially a tad too cocky but settles down to what can only be described as his best performance yet. Mills and Rix do have a great connection. They are even believably ‘in love’. But their character’s relationship is underexplored and too quickly established. The ensuing separation subsequently feels emotionally bland and a bit forced.
The performance belongs to Wendy Mae Brown as the charlatan spiritualist Oda Mae Brown, made famous by Whoopi Goldberg in the original. Brown nuances through frustration, fear, excitement, love and laughter with ease and develops the most well-rounded character in the production – hers is easily the best written too. Alex Rathgeber’s baddie, Carl Bruner, is slimy enough to be believed, but has just about the worst songs in the show despite being a very talented singer. David Denis is worthy of mention for his Subway Ghost, a character pivotal to some of the most technically impressive scenes in the overall production.
The 7 piece orchestra under musical direction of Dave Skelton is just right, and the balance struck between sound effects and live orchestration delivers a truly cinematic experience.
The show is visually spectacular to watch, and worthy of ones attention for just that reason. It is not an album you’ll rush out to buy, nor a particularly memorable show. The film’s notoriety will long outlive its spin-off musical companion. Perhaps off its back, a new generation will discover and fall in love with the original, like so many before; and that can’t be a bad thing.
Paul Rodda
When: 7 to 31 Jan
Where: Festival Theatre
Bookings: bass.net.au
By Brett Haylock in association with the Adelaide Festival Centre. The Space Theatre. 30 Dec 2015.
Club Swizzle is raucous and reminiscent of its predecessor La Soiree; though just barely. The theatrical phenomenon which captured the hearts and minds of audiences all over the world has been painstakingly re-themed, re-jigged, and re-imagined. The format has now been presented in shows like La Clique, Limbo, Cantina, Fear and Delight, and the aforementioned La Soirée, and it is getting harder and harder to dazzle audiences with new material; but Club Swizzle has a few tricks up its sleeve.
First and foremost is host, Murray Hill, a New York comedian (or is it comedienne?) with a dirty sense of humour and a foul mouth. Hill’s brand of comedy is perfect for the speakeasy themed production, and speak-easy he does! Hill is at his absolute best during an audience participation segment where two randoms are called up to for a pole-dancing competition. Little does Hill know, on opening night he will be shown up by a bear who designs lighting and a sweetly sung, scene-stealing, lesbian!
Next into the fray are the acrobatic Swizzle boys (Joren Dawson, Tom Flanagan, DJ Garner and Ben Lewis) who leap, twist, flip, and balance on and off of every available prop in the room. Their act is polished to perfection, if not a tad ‘done’, but they have a few unseen tricks up their sleeve which ‘wow’ even the most experienced audience member of the genre.
There is beautiful singing from veteran cabaret and opera star, Ali McGregor; a bit of jazz-and-tap from Harlem hailing Dandy Wellington; clever ribbon and balance work by Russian performer Valerie Murzak; and some delightful burlesque by acclaimed performer Laurie Hagen; all underscored by the musical stylings of Mikey and the Nightcaps dolling out the live tunes. All in all, however, it is perhaps a bit undercooked – definitely entertaining but very rarely awe-inspiring.
The concept shows great potential, but not every seat in the house is worthy of the ticket price. The 30 odd unfortunate souls who land a seat at the end of the room (rather than the sides) get a splendid view of the best seats in the house and not much more. The 6 barstools around the pole on the end of the stage ought to be sacrificed. Ringside seating is anywhere up to 5 rows back too… so arrive early for a decent, un-reserved, spot.
At just on 2 hours in length the show could be tightened. The lengthy interval for drinking and mingling could be shorter and the acts could fire-up a little quicker. Club Swizzle is a bit of light entertainment with a fairly hefty ticket price. It doesn’t quite reach the dizzying heights of its predecessor, but it will certainly find its market.
Paul Rodda
When: 29 Dec to 17 Jan
Where: The Space Theatre
Bookings: bass.net.au
The Adelaide Repertory Theatre. The Arts Theatre. 19 Nov 2015
Once a year, the Arts Theatre is filled with booing. And hissing. And cheers. It's melodrama time.
The Rep is well practised at this silliness. After all, it is a ritual deeply rooted in theatrical tradition. Customarily, it features a sweet maiden, an evil villain, a heartthrob hero, a verbose Master of Ceremonies, a near-death scene, and assorted quaint characters all of whom must be played out in an exuberant overkill of exaggerated ham.
Valiantly brave and supremely talented Pam O'Grady has whipped up this year's offering, directing Only an Orphan Girl. Funnily, it is an American script written by Henning Nelms with the action taking place in rural Massachusetts. It requires the actors to add bad American accents to their overacting and the cast comes up with every American accent in the book. All except for the MC, the dashingly ebullient and vocally virtuous Mr Joshua Coldwell, who not only announces and pronounces the progressions of the play but also wrote his own bedazzling lines.
Star of the show is Nellie, the Orphan Girl, who is played like a swirl of delicious soft meringue by young Sophie Bubner. The audience gasps and boos and cheers as her fate rises and falls, as she faces death at the hands of a villain most foul. He is embodied by vivacious veteran actor Barry Hill with a million swishes of his big black cape and a deluge of devilishly devious dialogue. His every appearance is accompanied by a barrage of booing from the auditorium - and very often, loud and useful interjections.
The only thing that could stop this vile beast from his nefarious intentions is dear Dick Perkins, the clean-cut farm lad. Oh my. Young Robert Bell already is an award-winning emerging actor. He continues to emerge at the same shiningly stand-out standard. There's a lad who was born to be on the stage. He is the hero of the night of many levels, including the promise of his future.
Penelope Hamilton-Smith is another veteran actor who is utterly in her element when it comes to dressing up in elaborate period costume with bad wigs and slaps of makeup and going over the top. She brings the stage alive every time she struts upon it with her tiny parasol and double entendres. Gary Anderson plays old Mr Perkins, the good farmer who has taken the orphan girl into his poor-but-honest family. Anderson emerges as an I Love Lucy's Fred Mertz on rough and rugged steroids. It's a glorious performance, complemented by Jude Hines, rather in the aforementioned Lucy mode, as his dear wife.
Then there's vivid veteran Rose Vallen with massive Pippi pigtails as Lucy, the lumberingly simple-minded ray of sunshine, and the nicely seasoned Jean Walker as her not-so-simple widow mother. Misses A. Hall and M. Kemp and Mr Robert Hobson complete the cast with, wait for it, a guest appearance by the celebrated and incredibly expert and expensive prestidigitator, Professor Orlando a.k.a. the wonderful Wayne Anthoney. Never were there so many little umbrellas and flourishes of flowers, let alone unprepared cardboard tubes. How does he do it?
Among the plot intermissions, there were vaudevillian musical numbers and even the silliest sing-along in the business. You have to be there.
Grand sets were delivered by veteran stage designer and scenic artist Brian Budgen with construction overseen by veteran Vince Eustace. Richard Parkhill did the tech and lighting design with Tristan Kahl on lighting and sound operation and Liz Raymond on follow spot.
Of course Loriel Smart, queen of the venerable thespian veterans, had a hand in the costumes, along with Barry Hill. Barbara Messenger stepped out of her theatre manager's office to be production manager. There's not much Barb can't manage. Lest it be the stage itself which here was managed by Elizabeth Olsson. Norm Caddick did the sterling poster, Robert Nottage the program and Petra Starke told the world about the show as publicist. Then there were the front-of houses and the back stagers and Carmel Boffa on props. The only person missing was Maggie Day as prompt.
And ever present, bringing the whole show together was Rowan Dennis drumming up the pace of things and, drum roll please Mr Dennis, none other than the inimitable and ever-popular Sandi McMenamin on piano.
If ever there was a pack of artistes extraordinaire, they are there at the arts rolling in the corn and inviting audiences to roll in the aisles. Hasten down, I say.
Samela Harris
When: 18 to 28 Nov
Where: Arts Theatre
Bookings: trybooking.com