Writing down what I think about theatre I've seen in That London, whether I've been asked to or not.
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Showing posts with label Sasha Frost. Show all posts
Thursday, 18 December 2025
Theatre review: Christmas Carol Goes Wrong
London's latest version of Charles Dickens' (Chickens to his friends) A Christmas Carol comes with a disclaimer that a number of Christmas Carols, from Channing to Vorderman, will not be appearing at the performance: Yes, Mischief Theatre are back revisiting their Cornley Amateur Dramatic Society alter egos for Christmas Carol Goes Wrong. A version of the story was also their first TV special, but this departs not only from that, but also from the format's usual conceit of only showing us the catastrophic production itself, but with the amateur actors' personalities coming across from the varied brand of chaos each of them brings. Here we get the characters - a couple recast, but an impressive amount of the original actors returning well into the company's second decade in the West End - appearing as themselves in a framing device.
Tuesday, 8 January 2019
Theatre review: Time is Love/Tiempo es Amor
It’s got to be something of a coup for a 50-seat theatre to land a recent Olivier winner – in a supporting role no less – but there’s a couple of reasons Sheila Atim might be happy to lend a bit of star power to the fringe: Not only has she worked with writer/director Chè Walker before, she’s also composed the original music for his latest play, Time Is Love/Tiempo es Amor. Walker’s Been So Long, recently reinvented as a Netflix film, had a strong flavour of London but the playwright subsequently moved to Los Angeles, and that’s the location, and the atmosphere he tries to capture here. This is partly through a film noir-ish feel to the story of Blaz (Gabriel Akuwudike,) who spends three years in prison after a robbery goes wrong. His friend Karl (Benjamin Cawley) was the one who talked him into it, but managed to get away; but apart from missing his friend he doesn’t seem to have much regret for what he got him into, if anything acting like he’s the wronged party.
Friday, 1 April 2016
Non-review: The Fifth Column
Ernest Hemingway wasn't really known as a playwright; for much the same reason, it
turns out, as Eric Pickles isn't really known as a rhythmic gymnast. His only play,
The Fifth Column, takes place where it was written, in the only two rooms of
the Hotel Florida to be sheltered from bombing, in Madrid during the Spanish Civil
War. Preston (Michael Shelford) and Dorothy (Alix Dunmore) are American war
reporters but Rawlings (Simon Darwen) is only posing as one - he's actually a spy
working for the International Brigades, and has dangerous suspects locked away in
various other rooms of the hotel, although a sleepy soldier (James El-Sharawy) keeps
letting them escape, at which point they invariably try to kill Rawlings. Despite
this the play very quickly lost my interest; I can't call this a review as I only
saw the first act.
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