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(reviewed at the preview performance on 3rd
November 2011). Some performers have now left the production.
Lyricist Tim Rice once said that the best musicals are the
shortest. “Matilda the Musical” proves his instinct right. A feisty, slim
children’s tale by the master of storytelling is stretched beyond breaking point
by the Royal Shakespeare Company.
Trailing clouds of glorious reviews from its run on a
thrust stage in Stratford Upon Avon, this production manages to slot reasonably
well behind a West End theatre arch, though both designer and director insist on
carrying things out into the auditorium as often as possible. Stalls dwellers in
particular will find the aisles constantly clogged with children – and not just
those needing the toilet five minutes after curtain up.
The highs of the show are very high indeed. The
heart-wrenching “Naughty” early in act one (and inexplicably received with some
laughter on the night the monkey attended), tender “swing” – literally – number
“When I Grow Up” and the penultimate sequence (when a little girl chooses to
defend evil against greater evil) move in a way few musicals can. The Quentin
Blake inspired set and costumes are also a joy, adding as much enjoyment to the
theatrical tale as they do to the printed one.
There’s also a couple of excellent “set pieces” by the
company, one so original as to feel a cliché before and during, yet breathtaking
in memory. Add a few laugh out loud moments and clever lyric and this should be
an enormous hit…
…Sadly, it missed for the monkey. Between the gems, there’s
an (almost) unnecessary subplot, several sequences that hold up the action and a
distinct lack of zippy Dahl humour. Worst, the final forty minutes are a mess of
speedy plot tying that could have eased out the padding earlier in the show. Two
excruciating seeming-nods to previous RSC musical “Carrie” encircle “My House,”
a number that every female drama school auditionee will now be singing from here
‘till it’s banned. Alas it misfires in both tone and position in the show – an
11 O’clock number produced sometime before 3, sleepwalked through by director
and author alike.
You could praise the children’s cast - Sophia Kiely, Ellie
Simons, budding comic Jake Bailey - and speculate which will be the “X Factor”
finalist or Jessie J of 2017; and you might also mention the fluid cartoon
credibility of Paul Kaye as Mr Wormwood and controlled vapidity of Josie Walker
as his wife. A nod too for Alistair Sim-alike Bertie Carvel as evil Trunchball
(not quite psychotic enough – perhaps a little tired that night, felt the
monkey).
Overall, though, the monkey was left with just two
thoughts. First that for adults, this lacks the pizzazz and clever multi-level
appeal of “Shrek: The Musical” that would make it a treat for ALL the family,
not just sophisticated 6 to young teens; and second, that the RSC missed a trick
in marketing the show. The monkey would have gone for a poster with two green
eyes and the white sprayed title “Brats”…
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