I’ve been consciously taking it easy (or at least easier than I usually do!) over the last week after dislocating my newly replaced hip the week before, hospital doctor as I described in a posting here last week  was a bit of a wake-up call — I had actually scheduled some ten shows (including out-of-town trips to Leicester and Leeds) just ten days after coming out hospital the first time; but then had the wake-up call that took me out of commission entirely.

I went back to the theatre last Sunday for a press performance of Peter Pan Goes Wrong at the Apollo, about it and I don’t know if it was the fact that I was back in a theatre for the first time in a week, but the show definitely goes wrong in the right way and left me reeling with happiness, duly reflected here in my five-star review for The Stage.

I know its a cliche to say you were crying with laughter, but I really was. Not to mention surprised that the cast weren’t dislocating their own hips in the process. It also remains a joy to revisit the Apollo, scene of the worst London theatre catastrophe in years almost exactly two years ago (on December 19, 2013) when part of the ceiling collapsed mid-performance, leaving scores of theatregoers injured, some seriously.

But as I wrote here for The Stage, the theatre was not merely in back in service just four months later, but co-owner Nica Burns also presided over “a complete and thorough refurbishment of the theatre that has turned it into one of the West End’s most beautiful.” As I went on to say, “It’s regrettable that it took a major incident for it to finally be restored to something like its former glory. But as Nimax now reinvests funds into its buildings, unlike some other theatre owning chains I could mention, it has been impressive to see a similar makeover done to the Garrick, where Kenneth Branagh has just opened his year-long residency to turn that intimate playhouse back into another West End jewel.”

There’s a metaphor somewhere in there about being repaired and my own physical rehabilitation; both take a bit of time, but are worth it in the end. So, in a slow week by my standards, I only went to two other press nights — reviewing A Christmas Carol in the West End here and wonder.land at the National here.

I also had two “me” events — i.e. shows for my own pleasure as well as professional interest. I’d had to cancel going to review the opening of Funny Girl (pictured left) at the Menier Chocolate Factory, so finally caught up with it on Friday night. It had been covered instead for The Stage by my colleague Paul Vale, who noted here,

Sheridan Smith is one of the few actors of her generation with a legion of committed fans garnered from both screen and stage appearances, a fact verified by this run’s complete sell-out within 24 hours of tickets becoming available. Casting Smith is not simply smart business sense, though, as The Legally Blonde and Cilla star is an instinctive comedy actor with the sensitivity and emotional range to pull off the story of this feted comedienne with the tragic private life.

When Sheridan sings “I’m the greatest star,” Fanny Brice’s early desperate cry of self-belief that you can tell she doesn’t quite fully believe in herself, she could be sing her personal autobiography: she has a terrific talent that has to overcome her own insecurity, that she reveals in her extremes of vulnerability and punch onstage. When I tweeted about how heartbreakingly wonderful she is, one follower called @BrightonLock concurred, and added that she’s “so emotional that I just hope she’s keeping something back for herself.”

I hope so, too, and was going to ask her myself this coming week in a big interview I had planned to do with her for The Stage. But alas it is not to be: after initial reassurances that she and her agent were up for it, I was subsequently informed that it had proved impossible for her personal publicist (rather than the theatre’s)  to schedule it, despite numerous to’s and fro’s on my availability. (We have happily filled the space now, so at least there won’t be three blank pages where she should have been).

Finally, I also paid my annual visit to the London Gay Men’s Chorus Christmas show — this year called The Gay Big Swing, which isn’t a show about a sudden embrace of all things bisexual but instead saw the gorgeous chorus joined by the equally marvellous London Gay Big Band (who reached the semi-finals of Britain’s Got Talent last year). Staged at the gigantic Roundhouse in Chalk Farm, it saw the space made feel considerably more intimate with a cabaret room style layout of the stalls with the audience seated at tables. I love this most affirmative and joyous of Christmas music celebrations; a real sense of a community coming together to celebrate more than just the bar and club scene with its emphasis on sex, but sharing something together that’s totally inclusive of everyone — whether gay or not.

Otherwise, I missed a lot more than I saw, including the openings of two out-of-town productions I was looking forward to seeing of Into the Woods (at Manchester’s Royal Exchange, starring Alex Gaumond and Gillian Bevan) and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (at West Yorkshire Playhouse in Leeds, ahead of a national tour when I can see it instead, and earned a five-star rave from The Independent).

The original London production of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was the first show I ever reviewed for the Sunday Express in 2002, imitating a run of over 11 years as the paper’s theatre critic — a job I stupidly clung onto as national titles are few and far between, but in fact where one’s influence is next to nil. I am far more usefully employed now as joint lead critic on The Stage, which is actually read by the industry.

I also missed the West End transfer of Martin McDonagh’s Hangmen to Wyndham’s that I was looking forward to re-visiting. I can’t say I was sorry to have missed the revival of Tom Stoppard’s impenetrable spy thriller Haploid (I saw both the original West End production and its subsequent New York premiere) or Wimbledon’s Peter Pan (with Marcus Brigstoke and Flawless, about which my Stage colleague Natasha Tripney wrote here that it contained jokes “so old you could extract DNA from them and open a theme park”), though I’d have liked to have seen Richmond’s Cinderella that has Hayley Mills making her panto debut joining panto veterans Matthew Kelly and his real-life son Matt Rixon playing out the Freudian nightmare of doing a double act as ugly sisters!
I’ve been consciously taking it easy (or at least easier than I usually do!) over the last week after dislocating my newly replaced hip the week before, as I described in a posting here last week  was a bit of a wake-up call — I had actually scheduled some ten shows (including out-of-town trips to Leicester and Leeds) just ten days after coming out hospital the first time; but then had the wake-up call that took me out of commission entirely.

I went back to the theatre last Sunday for a press performance of Peter Pan Goes Wrong at the Apollo, and I don’t know if it was the fact that I was back in a theatre for the first time in a week, but the show definitely goes wrong in the right way and left me reeling with happiness, duly reflected here in my five-star review for The Stage.

I know its a cliche to say you were crying with laughter, but I really was. Not to mention surprised that the cast weren’t dislocating their own hips in the process. It also remains a joy to revisit the Apollo, scene of the worst London theatre catastrophe in years almost exactly two years ago (on December 19, 2013) when part of the ceiling collapsed mid-performance, leaving scores of theatregoers injured, some seriously.

But as I wrote here for The Stage, the theatre was not merely in back in service just four months later, but co-owner Nica Burns also presided over “a complete and thorough refurbishment of the theatre that has turned it into one of the West End’s most beautiful.” As I went on to say, “It’s regrettable that it took a major incident for it to finally be restored to something like its former glory. But as Nimax now reinvests funds into its buildings, unlike some other theatre owning chains I could mention, it has been impressive to see a similar makeover done to the Garrick, where Kenneth Branagh has just opened his year-long residency to turn that intimate playhouse back into another West End jewel.”

There’s a metaphor somewhere in there about being repaired and my own physical rehabilitation; both take a bit of time, but are worth it in the end. So, in a slow week by my standards, I only went to two other press nights — reviewing A Christmas Carol in the West End here and wonder.land at the National here.

I also had two “me” events — i.e. shows for my own pleasure as well as professional interest. I’d had to cancel going to review the opening of Funny Girl (pictured left) at the Menier Chocolate Factory, so finally caught up with it on Friday night. It had been covered instead for The Stage by my colleague Paul Vale, who noted here,

Sheridan Smith is one of the few actors of her generation with a legion of committed fans garnered from both screen and stage appearances, a fact verified by this run’s complete sell-out within 24 hours of tickets becoming available. Casting Smith is not simply smart business sense, though, as The Legally Blonde and Cilla star is an instinctive comedy actor with the sensitivity and emotional range to pull off the story of this feted comedienne with the tragic private life.

When Sheridan sings “I’m the greatest star,” Fanny Brice’s early desperate cry of self-belief that you can tell she doesn’t quite fully believe in herself, she could be singing her personal autobiography: she has a terrific talent that has to overcome her own insecurity, that she reveals in her extremes of vulnerability and punch onstage. When I tweeted about how heartbreakingly wonderful she is, one follower called @BrightonLock concurred, and added that she’s “so emotional that I just hope she’s keeping something back for herself.”

I hope so, too, and was going to ask her myself this coming week in a big interview I had planned to do with her for The Stage. But alas it is not to be: after initial reassurances that she and her agent were up for it, I was subsequently informed that it had proved impossible for her personal publicist (rather than the theatre’s)  to schedule it, despite numerous to’s and fro’s on my availability. (We have happily filled the space now, so at least there won’t be three blank pages where she should have been).

Finally, I also paid my annual visit to the London Gay Men’s Chorus Christmas show — this year called The Gay Big Swing, which isn’t a show about a sudden embrace of all things bisexual but instead saw the gorgeous chorus joined by the equally marvellous London Gay Big Band (who reached the semi-finals of Britain’s Got Talent last year). Staged at the gigantic Roundhouse in Chalk Farm, it saw the space made feel considerably more intimate with a cabaret room style layout of the stalls with the audience seated at tables. I love this most affirmative and joyous of Christmas music celebrations; a real sense of a community coming together to celebrate more than just the bar and club scene with its emphasis on sex, but sharing something together that’s totally inclusive of everyone — whether gay or not.

Otherwise, I missed a lot more than I saw, including the openings of two out-of-town productions I was looking forward to seeing of Into the Woods (at Manchester’s Royal Exchange, starring Alex Gaumond and Gillian Bevan) and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (at West Yorkshire Playhouse in Leeds, ahead of a national tour when I can see it instead, and earned a five-star rave from The Independent).

The original London production of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was the first show I ever reviewed for the Sunday Express in 2002, imitating a run of over 11 years as the paper’s theatre critic — a job I stupidly clung onto as national titles are few and far between, but in fact where one’s influence is next to nil. I am far more usefully employed now as joint lead critic on The Stage, which is actually read by the industry.

I also missed the West End transfer of Martin McDonagh’s Hangmen to Wyndham’s that I was looking forward to re-visiting. I can’t say I was sorry to have missed the revival of Tom Stoppard’s impenetrable spy thriller Haploid (I saw both the original West End production and its subsequent New York premiere) or Wimbledon’s Peter Pan (with Marcus Brigstoke and Flawless, about which my Stage colleague Natasha Tripney wrote here that it contained jokes “so old you could extract DNA from them and open a theme park”), though I’d have liked to have seen Richmond’s Cinderella that has Hayley Mills making her panto debut joining panto veterans Matthew Kelly and his real-life son Matt Rixon playing out the Freudian nightmare of doing a double act as ugly sisters!
Another week of big openings ahead means I won’t be getting to everything even if I wanted to (and right now I am still trying to take it easier than I used to), see let alone playing catch-up on what I missed when I was incapacitated after my recent double rounds of surgery! Here are the main openings of the week to look out for, followed by my current Top 10.

MAIN THEATRE OPENINGS OF THE WEEK

In London:

• Bull – Mike Bartlett’s 2013 play about Darwinian office bullying returns to the Young Vic’s Maria Studio, where it was previously seen last January, to re-open on December 15, with a cast that comprises Max Bennett, Susannah Fielding, Nigel Lindsay and Marc Wootton.
• The Lorax – Director Max Webster and choreographer Drew McOnie stage David Greig’s adaptation of Dr Seuss’s classic tale, opening on December 16, at the Old Vic, with a cast that includes Simon Lipkin, Simon Paisley Day and Melanie Le Barrie.
• The Dazzle — Andrew Scott (“Sherlock”, “Spectre”) returns to the London stage in the British premiere of Richard Greenberg’s off-Broadway play The Dazzle, opening December 15 at Found 111, a new venue recently created on the site of the old Central St. Martins School of Art on Charing Cross Road.

Beyond London:

Show Boat —Crucible Theatre, Sheffield — Daniel Evans (recently announced to take over as artistic director at Chichester, and who was interviewed about it in The Times as I reported here) directs Michael Xavier, Gina Beck (both pictured left) and Rebecca Trehearn in Kern and Hammerstein’s 1927 Broadway classic, opening on December 16.

MY TOP TOP TEN SHOWS THIS WEEK

1. Funny Girl. Owing to my recent double round surgery (my hip replacement and its subsequent dislocation), I had to miss the opening of the first London revival of Jule Styne’s 1964 Broadway musical since Barbra Streisand reprised her Broadway role as Fanny Brice in the transfer of the original production in the West End. So I couldn’t wait to catch up with it at the Menier Chocolate Factory, and just did. Sheridan Smith, inheriting Streisand’s role of Fanny Brice – the 1920s vaudeville superstar —is a marvel.

As I wrote in my weekly diary of a theatre addict here yesterday, “When Sheridan sings “I’m the greatest star,” Fanny Brice’s early desperate cry of self-belief that you can tell she doesn’t quite fully believe in herself, she could be sing her personal autobiography: she has a terrific talent that has to overcome her own insecurity, that she reveals in her extremes of vulnerability and punch onstage. When I tweeted about how heartbreakingly wonderful she is, one follower called @BrightonLock concurred, and added that she’s “so emotional that I just hope she’s keeping something back for herself.” Website: for Menier Chocolate Factory https://www.menierchocolatefactory.com/; for West End transfer to Savoy http://www.funnygirlthemusical.co.uk/

2. Peter Pan Goes Wrong. Never mind the slew of panto versions of JM Barrie’s story usually available at this time of year, including one at Wimbledon starring Marcus Brigstocke; the one to see is Mischief Theatre’s version that defiantly insists it is not a pantomime. But it is a farce — and a riotous one — in which, instead of Peter Pan’s traditional declaration that to die would be an awfully big adventure, it is more of an awfully big misadventure. Its a cliche to say you were crying with laughter, but I really was. Not to mention surprised that the cast weren’t dislocating their own hips in the process. See my review for The Stage here. Website: http://www.theplaythatgoeswrong.com/peter-pan-goes-wrong

3. Bend it Like Beckham. My favourite new musical of the year — Howard Goodall’s glorious music soars in this stage version of the 2002 film, booking at the Phoenix Theatre to March 5. Jamie Muscato joins the cast from Dec. 14, to replace Jamie Campbell Bower. See my review for The Stage here. Website: http://benditlikebeckhamthemusical.co.uk/

4. Close to You. Joyful concert revue of Burt Bacharach classics, mashed up and re-made for now, now extended at the Criterion to Feb. 14. See my review for The Stage here.  Website: http://closetoyoulondon.com/

5. In the Heights. Lin-Manuel Miranda’s 2008 Tony winning Broadway musical returns to London in the exhilarating production first seen at Southwark Playhouse last year, and now at the new Olivier-eligible King’s Cross Theatre, where it is currently booking to April 10. See my review for The Stage here. Website: http://intheheightslondon.com/

6. Derren Brown — Miracle. The amazing Derren Brown with a show that I described in my review for The Stage here as “truly gobsmacking”. Running at the Palace Theatre to January 16, then resuming regional tour. Website: http://derrenbrown.co.uk/on-stage

7. Mr Foote’s Other Leg.  Simon Russell Beale, Dervla Kirwan and Joseph Millson in Ian Kelly’s marvellous theatrical play, first seen at Hampstead Theatre where I reviewed it for London Theatre Guide here, now transferred to the Haymarket, where it is appropriately partly set, and where it is running to January 23. Website: http://www.mrfootesotherleg.com/

8. The Winter’s Tale. Kenneth Branagh leads the opening production of his new theatre company’s year-long residency at the Garrick, running to January 16. Also in the cast are Judi Dench, Michael Pennington, Hadley Fraser, Tom Bateman, John Dagleish, Adam Garcia and Jessie Buckley.  See my review for The Stage here. Website: http://www.branaghtheatre.com/the-winters-tale/

9. Guys and Dolls.  My absolutely favourite musical of all time, bar none! (see my Top 10 Favourite Musicals list for The Stage here). Frank Loesser’s masterpiece of musical theatre construction and great, great songs, is revived in a transfer of Chichester Festival Theatre’s summer 2014 production to the Savoy, where it is now previewing prior to an offiical opening on January 6.  Website: http://www.guysanddollsthemusical.co.uk/

10. Bull. Mike Bartlett’s play re-opens at the Young Vic this week with a brand-new cast who I’ve not seen yet, but I can’t wait to see this short but hardly sweet, blistering and bruising play again about the brutal competition between three office workers to outwit each other to keep their jobs, running to January 16. Website: http://www.youngvic.org/whats-on/bull