Showing posts with label Birmingham Stage Company. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birmingham Stage Company. Show all posts

Friday, October 21

George’s Marvellous Medicine, Theatre Royal, Nottingham

We all know that horrible things happen to horrible people, and in the world of Roald Dahl, this is a fact rather than mere supposition.

As if to prove it, along comes the Birmingham Stage Company with their latest adaptation of a well-loved children’s tale, George’s Marvellous Medicine.

Clearly one of Dahl’s shorter books, the cast make the most of the tools they’re given through his words and take us on a journey of one small lad who’s determined to improve his somewhat rude and nasty gran.

She’s invited herself to stay on the family farm indefinitely as she’s become infirm. And George immediately decides he can improve on the medicine she’s already on. So while his parents are busy with their household and farmyard chores, out comes the devil in little George, who uses every household ingredient from deodorant and shampoo to brown paint, pig pills and horse medicine. Note: Don’t Try This At Home, kids.

Gran, who he fears is actually a witch, really does swallow the new and improved mixture, and grows taller than the house, bursting through the ceiling and looking down on the farmyard – but still being a rude and bossy pain in the neck to the rest of the family.

This performance is a knockabout experience and probably best for pre-teens and fun-loving adults.

It’s another winning adaptation from the talented David Wood with loads of audience participation and a great turn from the adult Ed Thorpe who’s truly believable as the wide-eyed eight-year-old George.

Dad Richard Mullins, mum Tessa Vale – who passes out perfectly with shock during the show – and the Deborah Vale as manic gran all fit their roles like fingers in a glove.

So could George’s dad make use of the medicine to super-size his farm animals? And how will they make more medicine? What will happen to gran – will she ever get back to normal, or is she really an old witch?

Wednesday, November 19

Horrible Histories: Barmy Britain. Theatre Royal, Nottingham

Just how barmy is our Britain then?

Quite – if this whirlwind of a show is anything to be believed.

A whistle-stop tour through the ages, starting with Boudicca and the Romans and ending with the conclusion of the First World War showed us the facts.

But the facts were draped across music, comedy and sketches which never failed to hit the spot in a two-hour performance.

It’s hard to call it education theatre because although everyone will learn something from the show, it’s hardly tough learning - and perhaps the way forward for some of the drier history teachers out there to take on board.

If you’ve ever seen the television programme, you’ll be familiar with the Terrible Tudors, Vile Victorians and Rotten Romans – but it was all new to me.

It was the wide choice of historical tales by the Birmingham Stage Company that prompted me to reiterate to my nine-year-old that everything he was watching was true.

It all really happened. From Henry VIII’s execution of 72,000 people to the real meaning of the word ‘Viking’.

A striking and sobering thought for the adults watching was how much history can repeat itself. From the Crusades and King Richard the Lionheart ordering the massacre of 2,700 muslims at Acre to the threat of a worldwide plague in the middle ages. The parallels with the modern world were obvious to see. When there was last a Queen Elizabeth nearing the end of her reign, we had supposedly corrupt politicians and an economy struggling to make ends meet. There was even a parallel with the Scottish independence debates of today, with a reminder of how we sold our lands north of the border to help pay some mediaeval war debts.

There was more for the adults with a couple of real groaners of gags, including a particularly memorable Alex Salmond joke.

The gunpowder plot to blow up our politicians was acted out with Guy Fawkes talking about his plans via a Who Wants to be a Millionaire format – and we had Burke and Hare singing about their gruesome exploits to the tune of Postman Pat.

Horrible? Yes. History? Definitely!