From the moment a smock-dressed lady ambles on stage, the cramped space in South London erupts into a burst of foot-tapping tunes. Unexpected Joy boasts a rousing chorus of tunes and some impressive vocal feats.
A tent has popped up near Hyde Park, right next to the Marble Arch. Step inside and you will be transported to New Orleans, with a bouncing bar, a band to match and Southern-style decor and atmosphere that will take you back to a swinging time.
On behalf of Carn’s Theatre Passion, Sarah Tinsley attended the press preview event for the three-week new musicals festival From Page to Stage, which opened yesterday and runs until 3 September 2017 at The Other Palace in London.
In a claustrophobic set where the actors never really leave, we are confronted with a father and daughter’s grief, after the loss of the one person who held them together – Mum.
Alice is in Rotterdam. Still. After seven years, she still hasn’t quite managed to tell her parents that she’s gay. Her life is in limbo. Living with her outgoing partner Fiona and seeking advice from her friend Josh, Alice seems unable to take a step in any direction.
A vibrantly painted backdrop hangs over the stage, with piercing blue lights reaching their fingers out to the audience. With its exuberant staging and lighting that encourages everyone to get involved, this static scene is a good reflection of the show as a whole.
With some memorable performances and incredibly witty moments, Noel Coward’s play This Was a Man is a refreshingly entertaining evening out. It also leaves you musing over the difference between your public face and private self, and just how far the difference between the two is.
We’re in a familiar setting. At the dawn of time, God is tinkering about with his new toys and creating some humans. But there’s a twist.
In Other Words – A lifetime of love and loss is condensed into this touching play about the pain and confusion of losing yourself, and those around you, to Alzheimer’s.
Ever fancied being in a focus group? You know, the dreadful prospect of sitting on substandard office furniture under acidic fluorescent lights while ticking away your personality on a sliding scale?
Rowdy audiences, comedy acts, a cross-dressing woman. Back in the day, these were all you needed for a great night out. At the height of wartime Britain, a group of actors decide to do the unthinkable – pass themselves off as the Marx brothers.
Cheeky, quirky, full of fun and fruit, The Wild Party gives you an intimate taste of the ’20s in a way you’ve never quite experienced before. Two actors adorn the stage. One is a lithe temptress who oozes charisma, the other is her offbeat sidekick who lurks in the shadows.
We’re cramped among smoky ruins, daubed in ancient Greek. Sprawled on the floor are monochrome-dressed figures, fumbling through discarded pages of text. The stage is set for a memorable mix of ancient and modern, where a search for a forgotten play will bring long-lost characters to life.
2016 has undoubtedly had its highs and lows. I wanted to find out what were my regular reviewers’ two favourite theatrical productions that they had covered for me this year?
If you haven’t heard of Christina Bianco, a quick YouTube search will yield a few delights – a Broadway and West End singer, turning her talents to impersonation.
How can something manage to be irrevocably silly, challenging, and touching, all at the same time? Through a combination of scenery, song and superb character acting, Her Aching Heart manages to be all of these things at once.
As the nights draw in and the weather starts to pinch at your feet this time of year, there are few places that take the edge off like the Southbank Centre’s Winter Festival. Ablaze with twinkling lights, scented with cinnamon and humming with voices, it’s a wonderful winter escape.
If there’s anything that’s going to kill a teenager’s sense of adventure and sexual awakening, it’s being stuck in Sheringham, Norfolk. Poor Jimmy is sixteen, he doesn’t have a ticket for the Morrissey gig in the O2, and no-one understands him. Oh, and London might as well be a world away.
In the words of our narrator; “it’s all rather odd.” We follow him – a portly gentleman of poise and elegance – into the dreary House of Usher, following a strange request from his boyhood friend.
On a stark blank stage sit four chairs. Each one of them filled by a character – some uncertain, shying away from the audience, others leaning in, eager to tell their story. All of them, more than anything, just want to feel safe.