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26<br />
THE WILD PARTY<br />
The Other Palace<br />
There’s a decidedly febrile, overheated<br />
quality to Drew McOnie’s<br />
unashamedly in-your-face choreography<br />
and direction of The Wild Party, a<br />
musical Broadway audiences gave the<br />
thumbs down in 2000.<br />
Inspired by a prohibition era narrative<br />
poem by Joseph Moncure March, with a<br />
possible nod in the direction of the wild<br />
party given in a San Francisco hotel<br />
room by silent-screen comedian Fatty<br />
Arbuckle that ended in tragedy, there are<br />
also echoes of the far superior Kander<br />
and Ebb musical Chicago.<br />
Genesis Lynea and Gloria Obianyo as The<br />
Daarmano Bros with Frances Ruffelle as Queenie<br />
in The Wild Party. Photo: Scott Rylander.<br />
The setting, this time, is New York and<br />
the party’s hosts are an abusive burlesque<br />
comedian (first seen in a circus clown’s<br />
makeup) called Burrs (John Owen Jones)<br />
and Queenie (Frances Ruffelle), a<br />
vaudeville dancer with whom he shares an<br />
edgy relationship.<br />
To add some glamour and spice to<br />
the fast encroaching boredom of their<br />
existences, they invite an assortment of<br />
debauchees with varying sexual<br />
proclivities and appetites. There’s<br />
Dolores (Donna McKechnie) an overthe-hill<br />
diva whose glory years are a<br />
mere memory, Kate (Victoria Hamilton-<br />
Barritt)Queenie’s bitchy rival-cum-best<br />
friend, Kate’s current sexual playmate<br />
Black (Simon Thoms), a lesbian called<br />
Madelaine True (Tiffany Graves), a pair<br />
of incestuous brothers who could be<br />
twins (Genesis Lynea and Gloria<br />
Obianyo), Jackie (Dex Lee) a wealthy<br />
ingenue who’ll sleep with anyone who’ll<br />
have her, and two Jewish entrepreneurs,<br />
Gold (Sebastian Torkia) and Goldberg<br />
(Steven Serlin) who don’t know what<br />
they’ve let themselves in for.<br />
What audiences have let themselves<br />
in for is an evening in which fifteen<br />
characters (or should I say caricatures<br />
for they all resemble cartoon figures that<br />
could have come from the pen of the<br />
famous jazz-age artist John Held Jr) are<br />
in desperate search of a plot.<br />
Even the Lovell Telescope would have<br />
difficulty finding a story line in the book<br />
provided by Michael John La Chiusa<br />
(who also wrote the music and lyrics)<br />
and George C. Wolfe, with whom the<br />
project originated.<br />
In fact, given that the show is little<br />
more than a collection of song-anddance<br />
routines – with each of the<br />
characters enjoying a moment or two in<br />
the spotlight – the whole thing might<br />
have worked much more effectively as a<br />
jazz ballet, the spoken word dispensed<br />
with entirely.<br />
That said, Drew McOnie’s staging is<br />
certainly livelier than the Broadway<br />
original I saw seventeen years ago, the<br />
dancing more energetic and the<br />
performances more committed. Ruffelle<br />
(who memorably created the role of<br />
Eponine in Les Miserable) is in terrific<br />
vocal form as Queenie, and Owen-Jones<br />
equally persuasive as her jealous lover.<br />
It’s also great to see Donna McKechnie,<br />
Cassie in the original Broadway<br />
production of A Chorus Line, strutting<br />
her stuff once again.<br />
Indeed, all the performances as well<br />
as the orchestra under its pianist/<br />
conductor Theo Jamieson are first class.<br />
So is Soutra Gilmour’s set and Richard<br />
Howell’s lighting.<br />
Physically the show’s a knockout. But<br />
with no plot to bind it together, not a<br />
single character to root for or even to<br />
care about, nor a score whose tunes<br />
earworm their way into the memory,<br />
what you’re left with is plenty of energy<br />
but zero involvement.<br />
CLIVE HIRSCHHORN<br />
LIMEHOUSE<br />
Donmar un<strong>til</strong> 15 April<br />
The Labour party is in turmoil, the<br />
Conservatives are in power with a<br />
woman at the helm, and Britain’s<br />
relationship with Europe is in flux – no<br />
we’re not talking 20<strong>17</strong>, but a Sunday<br />
morning back in 1981 when three<br />
disgruntled Labour politicians met in<br />
secret at the East London Limehouse<br />
home of a fourth – former Foreign<br />
Secretary and qualified doctor David<br />
Owen.<br />
In playwright Steve Waters’<br />
fictionalised account of what might have<br />
happened on the day that the somewhat<br />
short-lived Social Democratic Party<br />
came into being, Owens’ wife –<br />
American literary agent Deborah (a<br />
soothing Nathalie Armin) plays a crucial<br />
role – suggesting the meeting in the<br />
comfort of their family kitchen and<br />
pouring oil over troubled waters when<br />
the heated debate over the possible<br />
united political future of Roy Jenkins,<br />
Shirley Williams and Bill Rodgers comes<br />
too close to collapse.<br />
As the clock ticks and a macaroni<br />
cheese brunch is prepared, the so-called<br />
‘Gang of Four’ put forward the<br />
arguments for and against creating a<br />
new party, with the hot-headed,<br />
egotistical Owen (Tom Goodman-Hill)<br />
being kept in check by his spouse, the<br />
down to earth Rodgers (Paul Chahidi)<br />
and the astute Williams (excellent Debra<br />
Gillett) pledging to each other to stay<br />
united, and Roger Allam’s pompous<br />
Jenkins pontificating at length despite<br />
the urgency of the situation and a (here<br />
humorously portrayed) problem with<br />
articulating his ‘r’s .<br />
Even if you know little about British<br />
politics, the personal dynamics behind<br />
the formation of a breakaway party prove<br />
fascinating – and, if you were around at<br />
the time, Polly Findlay’s finely cast<br />
production will serve as a reminder of<br />
an era long before the influence of<br />
Twitter and the internet came into being.<br />
Louise Kingsley<br />
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