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For five fantastic days from the 23 to 27 May 2017, The Addams Family UK Tour came to the Marlowe Theatre and earned itself a spooktacular five star review.
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Flat lay of The Addams Family programme

When you're an Addams, you share a Full Disclosure. So it goes without saying that The Addams Family is wonderful and witty and wretchedly watchable in a way I think an Addams would be proud. The show is vibrant and vivacious, the staging is superb and before the first scene even started the audience was click-clicking along. The problem (and I use the word lightly) with seeing a musical or performance for the first time without knowing much about it beforehand, means you inevitably leave the show wanting to immediately press rewind and watch it all again. Arguably even more so with The Addams Family because it's such an ensemble production. The plot is packed full of an array of memorable musical numbers and substantial character arcs, plus the ensemble, with their individual identities, are a totally integral part of the whole performance. In case it wasn't already clear, the show is bloody brilliant (although, thankfully, not actually all that bloody!) And a note for any fellow arachnophobes; rejoice. With the exception of Wednesday's extremely apt earrings, there is not (as some may have feared, myself very much included) a spider in sight. Ah, relief...

When you're an Addams, you might be underrated. Crazy might be underrated but something that definitely should not be underrated is the sheer amount of talent taking up the space on that one stage. Samantha Womack makes for an amusingly morbid Morticia performing decisively deadpan opposite the fantastically flamboyant Gomez, played perfectly by Cameron Blakely. It's impossible to do anything else, but definitely keep your eye on Blakely during Full Disclosure - he is simply beyond brilliant and it's a testament to the professionalism of the entire cast (and crew) that no one breaks character throughout that entire scene. Just genius. Lurch may be the dark horse in an already dark and brooding family, while Charlotte Page's performance as Alice Beineke perhaps has the biggest, brightest story arc of them all. Oliver Ormson is adorable as loved-up Lucas but to be honest, every single person on (and behind) the stage is just a pure joy to share an evening with. Having seats on the side meant full view of the orchestra pit and Andrew Hilton might be the most enthusiastic MD to ever grace the planet. You could call him the unsung hero of the show, except he seems to rejoice in mouthing along to most of the show's soundtrack (talk about multi-tasking!) 

When you're an Addams, you might be wild like Wednesday. Yes, there is some satisfaction to be gained from having unintentionally watched Wednesday Addams on a Wednesday. It's impossible not to mention Carrie Hope Fletcher, who pulls at your heartstrings with an earnest (but still suitably eerie) performance as Wednesday, complete with a crossbow and an attitude that Katniss Everdeen herself might be jealous of (except, of course, Katniss shot arrows with a bow in somewhere a little less conspicuous than NYC...) Hearing Carrie perform Pulled on Youtube is amazing but hearing it live in a theatre is just a whole other ball game. It was a genuine privilege to witness such a phenomenal performance first hand and the entire auditorium seemed to agree. In fact, nipping to the loo in the interval led to overhearing at least three different people commenting on how amazing and astounding Carrie's performance was (although the quote of the night possibly belongs to a vastly stylish woman whose somewhat aristocratic accent was absolutely appreciative of the show, as the first half had already quelled her qualms that it might not be the show for her. Turns out, it absolutely was!) I have a theory that there's a moment in every show that people wish they could capture. Not necessarily the same moment of course, but there will be a moment, or a snippet, you just want to savour. Like saving the last drops of a perfume bottle to come back to when you feel nostalgic. The magic of theatre is that you have to commit a performance to memory in order to relive it, but you're so caught up in the moment that it's impossible to think of anything else besides the then and now. In The Lion King it's the first heart-shattering opening number; in Matilda, it's the so simple but so sincere staging of When I Grow Up and In The Addams Family, it's without a doubt the crushing crescendo at the close of Pulled. Carrie absolutely killed it (which is pretty appropriate, since she's an Addams. Ahem. I'll go..)

When you're an Addams, you might be dead from dancing. Having the Addams' ancestors around is such an innovative way of really making the most out of the ensemble. They have some seriously intense choreography to nail, but they should be experts at that (nail.. coffin... I'm sorry, I really will go.) Hugest props go to Jessica Buckby for wearing pointe shoes for the entire first act (and maybe even some of the second?) Granted, that is what ballet companies do for real, for days on end, but still.. it's impressive. The costumes for the ensemble are really so exquisite though too, and (surprise, surprise) the ballerina one is a firm favourite with its sequinned layered skirt that shone under the stage lights. The make up, the music, the accents, the acting - all of it was just brilliant.

When you're an Addams, you might find a new obsession. In case it wasn't clear, The Addams Family UK tour is fantastic and if you're feeling in any way pulled to go and see it, definitely, definitely do.

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Landscape shot of The Marlowe Theatre

Not that I haven't already made it abundantly clear, but in case you weren't aware I love Tennessee William's play The Glass Menagerie. Like, I could talk about it for days. So when, quite by chance, I discovered a theatre in Kent was performing an amateur production of the play, I was immediately mentally booking my seat in the audience. (Thankfully I remember to actually  book a seat, too.) I really didn't know what to expect before going and felt a mix of trepidation and anticipation: it's like meeting your heroes, what if they don't live up to our incredibly high and virtually unreachable expectations? Having said that, I met one of my personal heroes in 2010 and he did not disappoint. In fact, it only drove my obsession deeper. 

Anyway, back to The Glass Menagerie. I was originally down to attend the first of four evening performances but due to unforeseeable circumstances Wednesday's performance was cancelled. Thankfully we were able to transfer our tickets to the Saturday, the final night of the performances. Having studied this play during some of my formative years, I felt some mixed emotions watching it live for the first time. I knew parts of the play off by heart but had never really imagined them being performed. It was an odd experience hearing them spoken, though the attempts at Southern accents were definitely consistent and really quite charming. The set though was the best part. I so wanted to snap a photo of it, more for my own memories than anything. but I'm far too much a rule abider that it was a goal destined to remain uncompleted. Descriptions of it can't really do the intimacy of the set justice but the photo of the long-distance loving father was as creepy as I imagined it might be.


One thing that I found different to the few expectations I had formed prior to attending was the amount of laughter some of the scenes generated. They are comical, I can understand that, but when reading and studying the play, those moments always felt more tragic than anything to me. I felt the same watching them acted out but it was good to see the play being so well received by the audience. It was odd to see the character of Tom being played so aggressively, almost. Arrogant, in a way. I'd read him as just simmering beneath those levels of emotions exhibited but it was a fresh way to witness the play unfold. If anything, it made the final act all the more heartbreaking.

I took my Mum with me, a novice when it comes to Williams's work, but I think she enjoyed it. The play is compact enough that it needs no pretext except that given in Tom's initial monologue. In that way, it's an incredibly accessible performance. I will say that both my age and my, shall we say heritage, made me something of a minority in the audience but hey, what's new! It didn't lessen my ability to enjoy it and I was happy just to have finally seen my favourite play performed live.  

A week ago I had the privilege of going to watch a performance of 'Rooster' by the Rambert. The Rambert is one of Britain's oldest dance companies, which is full of talented dancers from all over the world. Their pieces are always different yet intriguing and their performances always polished. 'Rooster' was no different.
 
The actual Rooster performances come at the close of the evening and it is absolutely worth waiting for. The intricacy of the movements, the flexibility of the females and the strength and physical prowess of the males is all showcased beautifully. Every single dancer had great musicality and fully embraced the iconic music of the 60s that supported the final act. Aside from a few forgivable off-balance landings and losses of synchronicity - have you ever tried dancing with that amount of energy for that long? - the Rooster performance piece was beautiful. Miguel Altunaga, who finishes the piece with a little comic sigh, is a clear audience favourite but the performances of Vanessa Kang, Adam Blyde and Mark Kimmett that most impressed me.
 
Prior to Rooster came three very different performances, of varying enjoyment. A brilliant little solo skit titled 'Dutiful Ducks' initially brought about laughs, from the repetitive audio and word imagery that is hard to not find amusing. But the talent of the soloist in question quickly commandeered our attention and his performance was nothing short of perfect.
 
The first performance was, by and large, great. I loved the use of all the different all in one costumes, which ranged from red all the way through to galaxy print. It was the performance in between which I unfortunately cannot remember the name of - despite having the bought the programme! - that I found the least enjoyable. The dancing again I simply could not critique, even if I had the audacity to attempt to. Instead, I found myself feeling quite nauseous as a result of the somewhat chaotic soundtrack. Full of bird sounds and intense squawks, I felt a little like what I imagine a really bad trip feels like. I have never taken drugs so I can't verify the validity of my here claim, but my ears felt awful and my concentration was spent. The longer it lasted, the less I was able to focus solely on the dancing, as magnificent as it was.
 
It was fine though because as I mentioned, the wait and the anticipating following that somewhat unusual birdlike performance was so worth it by the time Rooster came to the stage. I could have watched it time and time again, and from the reception given by the audience following the performance, so could many others.

Jade x
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