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Joyfully daffy, it's impossible not to surrender happily to this frivolously
frothy pink production. From Sheridan Smith's wonderfully threatening
pre-curtain announcement that she will "come after anyone posting this on 'You
Tube' - and I'm not kidding around here;" and an outrageously camp opening
number, the show teeters on the edge of a Grand Canyon sized goofy precipice.
By the middle of act two it has taken a gigantic leap forward. Luckily, its
'set pieces'' provide firm anchors against an uncontrolled descent. Unexpected
enough to require that they are not mentioned for fear of spoiling others'
enjoyment, the monkey will pass no further comment except to say some moments
are hilarious.
Sheridan Smith decides on an instantly loveable Elle, getting us firmly on
side from the start even if occasionally she plays it a little too broadly
British Slapstick. Making the most of some duff numbers, Alex Gaumond as Emmett
is a suitable accomplice, while Duncan James finds the unpleasantness of his
character more easily than Peter Davison, despite the latter having the more
menacingly written role.
Jill Halfpenny brings the house down with the best number of the night,
"Ireland," and proves herself a fine character actor, while Elle's friends (who
function as a Greek chorus for much of the show) deserve mention for sheer
talented energy (and amazing abs, Ms Wall). The production opts for larger cast
over elaborate sets - a wise decision with the talent the ensemble display.
There's a whole litany of things any theatremonkey could pick holes in -
"Chip On My Shoulder" badly needs new lyrics (and little of the music elsewhere
is particularly memorable), a tad of unnecessary smuttiness here, ten minutes of
cellulite for lipo' there, and a sound mix even in the centre stalls requiring
attention - but while the show may not get into Harvard, it certainly has more
than a chance of Yale. Fun is the key, and this musical effortlessly unlocks
every moment it can.
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