STRICTLY SEX
FACTOR ON ICE
Writtle
Cards in the Village Hall
27.11.15
Among
this year's festive invitations: The Nutcracker on Ice, and The Sword
in the Stone reworked as a rock'n'roll panto. But nothing quite so
outrageous as this – fictitious – entertainment on offer in
Writtle.
Times
are hard for Little Grimley Amateur Dramatic
Society.
Their ranks are thinning, talent is in short supply and audiences
seem to prefer to spend their Saturday nights in front of the box.
Hence
these desperate measures. A sex panto – though I think Jim Davidson
got there first with his smutty Sinderella – and a monstrous
mash-up of talent shows off the telly.
The
first play – Last Panto in Little Grimley – sees members of the
group debating, very amusingly, the way forward. Four lovely
performances here: Jean Speller as the hapless Joyce, Paulette Harris
as the overbearing Margaret, Daniel Curley as the “ape man” stage
manager and Nick Caton, loudly booed by the audience, as the ruthless
director. The wonky word-processor gag seems lame, but there were
many hilarious moments,
not least the very recognizable round of “diary bingo”.
“There
may be trouble ahead” warns
Nat King Cole at the start of the second piece. Same characters, but
renamed, recast and relocated to Writtle. From the subs bench we have
Beth Crozier being overbearing, and new signing Marge Naylor as Joy,
compelled to perform on roller skates, just like they never did in
Cats. Jim
Crozier is the autocratic dictator this time – a fine oratorical
monologue – and, getting lots of laughs as the lad Barry, Chris
Rogerson, wisely creating a character as far removed as possible from
the consummate comedy of Mr Curley, whose use of a banana was a
masterclass in hilarity. The
choreographed scene changes work well, and I love the inflatable
Tonioli
on the judging panel.
Post-match
stats – number of prompts – something of a hostage to fortune,
perhaps, as is the cutting criticism of Simon Dupont, reviewer for
another paper, who pens the kind of poisonous piece I shall write
just before I retire ...
It's
not Noises Off, or The Play That Goes Wrong, or even the Farndale
Ladies. But it is a wickedly well observed look behind the amdram
scenes, slickly
directed by Liz Curley, and
a great hit
with the packed house in the Village Hall.
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