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Stars explained: * A production of no real merit
with failings in all areas. ** A production showing evidence of not
enough time or effort, or even talent, and which never breathes any real
life into the piece – or a show lumbered with a terrible script. *** A
good enjoyable show which might have some small flaws but has largely
achieved what it set out to do.**** An excellent show which shows a
great deal of work and stage craft with no noticeable or major
flaws.***** A four star show which has found that extra bit of magic
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Farce keeps up a cracking pace
Steady as she goes! Linda (Christina Peake) prompts concern in her efforts to control a tea tray, watched by (left to right) Denise Phillips, Sandra Haynes, Nigel Higgs and Martin Walker. Move over, Mrs Markham
Highbury Theatre
Centre, Sutton Coldfield
**** EVEN a Ray Cooney farce could struggle
in the hands of a company unable to cope with the pace that is its
essential element – but not for a moment is there a hint that Ian
Appleby's production might be in danger of loosening its grip. The second half is
funnier than the first, as is often the case once the foundations have
been laid and further complications can set in without the need for
explanation. What you see is what you get – and what you get in this
case is the tale of two partner publishers, set in the flat of one of
them, over their offices. Not that the way they earn the daily crust
assumes particular significance until their highly-valued children's
author, the extremely straitlaced Olive Harriet Smythe, turns up at a
time when it would be difficult to avoid noticing those people in
pyjamas, nightdresses and one mini-dress running hither, thither and
yon. It also happens that anyone entering the Markhams'
flat stands a pretty good chance of being goosed. Inevitably, Miss
Smythe becomes a startled victim, enabling Sandra Haynes to add shock
and consternation to the arsenal of splendid responses she has already
assembled among her spinsterly responsibilities. Denise Phillips, in the title role, is the wife of one of the publishers – confidently at one point spelling out the plot thus far and declining to be thrown by the fact that some of the people involved are required to masquerade as someone else. Flighty nightie: Sylvie (Bhupinder Dhamu) offers a significant part of the mirth in Mrs Markham As her husband, Nigel Higgs comes
rebelliously to his sudden need to be the butler but he slots smoothly
into an unforeseen Flamenco to drown the sounds of a young woman who is
beating on the inside of the locked bathroom door and whose presence
would be very difficult to explain. The other partner, roguishly presented by Martin
Walker, is the lecherous Henry Lodge, whose ever-dramatic wife Linda
draws a sparkling performance from Christina Peake. David Douglas is
onto a winner as Alistair, the rampantly bisexual interior designer – no
decorator he, darling! – who fears that a bright red nightdress will
scream at the sheets. Daniel Payne turns up flustered behind a flush of
flowers in search of the lady whom circumstances have suddenly made
decisively unavailable for the illicit interlude he has in mind. It's a free-flowing nonsensical joy – though the word that somebody uses to describe the flamboyant designer does remind us that Ray Cooney and John Chapman penned it in 1968, before the world went all sensitive on such matters. To 12-02-11 John Slim |
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