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“42nd Street” at Sadler’s Wells

Here is a revival that is happy with its source material. First seen in 1980, based on the 1933 film, and using the hits of Harry Warren (with lyrics from Al Dubin and Johnny Mercer), 42nd Street has always been an exercise in nostalgia. That doesn’t make it better or worse than current productions such as Guys & Dolls or Oklahoma! ,which feature memorable innovations. The show is a comfortable one and hugely entertaining. You know what to expect and director Jonathan Church delivers.

The simple plot and corny jokes in Michael Stewart and Mark Bramble’s book are embraced. If it feels like you already know the story of ingénue Peggy Sawyer, catapulted to fame from her place in the chorus line, it’s still a giggle to watch. The performance here, from the hugely talented Nicole-Lily Baisden is superb. From audition, rehearsals and then taking the lead in the show within a show – Peggy’s is a triumph the whole audience gets behind.

Nicole-Lily-Baisden-in-42nd-Street-Photo-Johan-Persson
Nicole Lily Baisden

The backstage shenanigans, the imperious star Dorothy Brock (Ruthie Henshall) and tyrannical director Julian Marsh (Adam Garcia), are all three guilty pleasures. And there’s a lovely romance for Peggy – why wouldn’t there be? – with tenor Billy Lawlor (Sam Lips). The performances have a justified confidence. And, a personal favourite, there’s Josephina Gabrielle (as writer/producer Maggie Jones), who always manages to make a comic song that little bit funnier.

The songs are fantastic. It’s amazing how so many, written so long ago, are still recognised. The singing is, appropriately, old fashioned (the men often come close to crooning). Any opportunity to belt out a zinger is taken – as it should be. And the orchestra does it all proud. The show sounds great – fulsome and full of wit. There’s a lighthearted humour in the sound of the songs themselves that matches the silly goings-on.

Innovation does come, with the choreography from Bill Deamer and Rob Jones, which makes the show, originally from The Curve in Leicester, at home in Sadler’s Wells. The tap dancing is top notch. And alongside plenty of easy assurance, there are rigid movements that evoke exercise or even military precision. It’s a neat way to bring out the show’s preoccupation with effort behind the scenes. And a nice nudge that relaxed smiles belie huge effort – a good old-fashioned showbiz touch – to remind you that you really should applaud loudly.

Until 2July 2023

www.sadlerswells.com

Photo by Johan Persson

“Twilight Song” at the Park Theatre

There’s a first-class cast in Anthony Banks’ premiere of Kevin Elyot’s last play. Flipping between the 1960s and the present day, Bryony Hannah plays Isabella. Pregnant in one scene then moments later an elderly woman, she can’t fail to impress. Paul Higgins and Adam Garcia double up roles, taking four parts in their stride. Higgins plays Isabella’s son and husband, differentiating his characters subtly, while Garcia performs as two strangers offering sex, adding chemistry to both of his scenes.

Adam Garcia and Paul Higgins
Adam Garcia and Paul Higgins

The actors, and Banks, have a thorough appreciation of Elyot’s theatrical world, where the middle classes mix with passion and occasional obscenity. There’s repression aplenty and touches of poetic romance tempered by prosaic lust. It’s all familiar territory from Elyot’s big hit, My Night With Reg, but sadly this play isn’t as good. The dialogue and jokes are flat, the characters underdeveloped. Banks handles every aspect of the play with more reverence than it deserves, drawing most of it out for longer than it can stand and making even the comedy hard work.

Philip Bretherton and Hugh Ross
Philip Bretherton and Hugh Ross

The differences with Elyot’s previous piece offer frustrating glances at potential unfulfilled. A central female character, which Hannah tackles well, feels tangibly imprisoned by history, but thinly drawn. An elderly gay couple, impeccably performed by Philip Bretherton and Hugh Ross, deserve a play of their own. In the end, a tasteless plot twist takes over. Let’s slide over the idea of an estate agent being so hard up for cash that he takes to prostitution; Garcia plays this “surprisingly sensitive” realtor and then a gardener with a “poetic nature” – and he performs both well – but it’s all a leap too far. A nastily cheap conclusion, that’s grim for the sake of shocking, embodies the flimsy feel of the play.

Until 12 August 2017

www.parktheatre.co.uk

Photos by Robert Workman