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· What power do you believe theatre holds?---- It is live. Real people perform in front of real people. It is dynamic and present in the moment for both actors and audience. Therefore, every performance in a production is different.
Tomorrow, (30th April) Alasdair will be bringing ‘Nevermore’ to the Norwich Playhouse, promising audiences a night of wacky and witty comedy!
Actors, directors and backstage crews work just as hard, perhaps even harder, when things aren’t working out, and I take no pleasure in finding fault. However, whatever the reason, the play was a disappointment
Challenging, intelligent and visually stunning.
The moment when Joey transforms from a foal to a fully grown horse is a gasp inducing theatrical wonder. Such is the skill of the three puppeteers operating Joey, they are entirely invisible to the mind's eye, despite being in plain sight
I may not have been scared out of my wits, but it was a long, dark walk to the car afterwards.
The thing about the Bohmans is that there is usually the backbone of meaning to their performance, albeit a meaning that is purposely impenetrable.
It was all a bit bonkers, the surreal queasiness of the TV show trumped by the need to make an audience laugh out loud. And in fairness, laugh they did.
Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Broadway blockbuster Hamilton brings the founding fathers to Norwich in a revolutionary performance.
The Sound Ideas Theatre company’s Gypsy was entirely breath taking and incredible to see, for only a theatre half full, they deserved it to be sold out every night.
A powerful production of a classic Broadway musical that will leave you with its message burning into your conscience long after you have left the theatre.
Profound in its harrowing and bitter sweet ending, Les Miserables on stage at the Norwich Theatre Royal was a rebellion of outstanding performances.
Most certainly a musical of our time.
An intense and intimate spectacle, brought to life with beautiful words and music, and some amazingly up-close performances from four opera singers that we would normally be watching and listening to from seats in the stalls or circle of the main theatre auditorium.
What was most surprising was how witty a speaker Olusoga is, quite a revelation given his austere TV persona. Given the grim journey he was about to take us on, perhaps its purpose was simply a chance to get to know each other before discussing the elephant in the room - or at least the gun on stage - the Maxim gun, known as the Devil's Paintbrush, spewing out 666 bullets a minute.
What have we come to, when someone is threatened with violence for speaking their mind so often that they make light of it?
Cheish Merryweather was keen to emphasise the value of critical thinking, investing her audience with a dignified, sober reflection on the machinery of justice, but she was canny enough to indulge a more scurrilous fascination with the macabre. It left me feeling a little uneasy that horrifying photography and unnerving reconstructions were being presented for our entertainment, not least as I found myself being entertained.
Despite its sensational title, Killer Cults was a relatively sober examination of what makes a cult leader, and how a literally fatal combination of narcissism and psychopathy can lead to disaster.
It says much for Helm's evident charm - almost in spite of himself - that a combination of meandering chat and show tunes worked at all, let alone proved thoroughly engaging.
His masterly command of the stage and his considerable charisma hides it well, but he has been trotting out the same gags, the same asides and - of course - the same poems for at least fifteen years. How big a problem that represents is largely down to the affection in which he is held.
Yes, there was prepared stuff about grinding her teeth, a throwaway reference to Charlie Kirk, and a criticism of the status quo (situation, not band) but nothing compared to the comedy gold of the UPS distribution centre in Tamworth.
Plaudits are due to Epic for hosting an evening that was never boring and, for the most part, hugely entertaining. I look forward to the next time the Anglia Comedy Allstars come out to play
Frankly, I was not the target audience for this show, but I still laughed so hard my chest hurt
This was an outstanding night of well structured, faultlessly executed, comedy/performance art and credit is due to the Theatre Royal for opening up a space for such an exhilarating, genre defying show.