Thursday, October 20, 2022

THE TIME TRAVELLER'S WIFE

Storyhouse, Chester

Review by Brian Gorman

Reviewed on 13 October 2022


 

Book written by Lauren Gunderson

Based on the novel by Audrey Niffenegger

Based on the screenplay by Bruce Joel Rubin

Music & Lyrics by Joss Stone & Dave Stewart

Directed by Bill Buckhurst

 

I don’t think I have ever seen a more spectacular, and visually stunning production as this outstanding adaptation of the novel (and film) ‘The Time Traveller’s Wife’. It’s a great title which promises a great deal, and this brand-new musical with music & lyrics by the mighty Dave Stewart (The Eurythmics) and Joss Stone, completely lives up to all expectations. This world premiere has delighted Chester audiences on its debut run, and is due to transfer to the West End.

Henry (David Hunter) has the power to spontaneously travel through time, disappearing at often inappropriate moments (including on his own wedding day), and reappearing moments later having visibly aged. His predicament is a pretty major hindrance to his relationship with the title character; his wife Clare (Joanna Woodward). The show opens with the wedding day preparations, and a huge invitation card projected onto the towering, monolithic screens that dominate the stage. Anna Fleischle’s design is comprised of several huge blank screens that skate around the stage to form a bewildering variety of backgrounds and locations. Effective use of front and back projection bring a multitude of time periods to life, including 1960s New York when Henry visits his youthful parents, and his infant self.

It's a risky story to tell, live on stage, as the narrative zips around time and space, and things can be a little difficult to keep track of. Fortunately, there is so much happening, so many memorable characters, and outstanding magical effects, that the audience are whisked along on an emotional rollercoaster. I can usually tell when I’m watching something good, as I haven’t the time to get bored. Even with the very best shows, there will be moments when my mind wanders to what pint I’m going to have in the bar, later, or what I’m going to eat when I get home. But, on this occasion, time literally flew by, and we were witnessing a raucous and appreciative full house rising to their feet at the finale.

I’ve never been a fan of musicals. I can admire the talent and effort that goes into them, but I find the often cheesy, camp, and cringingly melodramatic way that characters suddenly burst into song, pretty irritating and alienating. I thought things were heading in that direction when we had the opening, ensemble song ‘The Story Of Love’, and I was prepared for a barrage of schmaltz. However, my misgivings deteriorated immediately once we headed back a few years (onscreen captions were a great help, here), and witnessed Henry’s first meeting with Clare. However, and prepare for some metaphorical head-scratching, it isn’t Clare’s first meeting with Henry. Here, in this flirty, comic scene we are given the show in microcosm. Henry and Clare will meet again, at varying times in their lives, and one or the other will have the upper hand, experience-wise. It’s a wonderful template for romantic confusion, a little slapstick, and buckets of pathos. A stand-out scene involves Henry making a unilateral decision about their complex and problematic relationship, and Clare reacting with extreme anger and hurt. Woodward belts out probably the most effective and moving song (‘I’m In Control’) which had the audience applauding through their tears, and the actor visibly shaken.

As with all time travel stories, the possibilities for entertainment, enchantment, and ingenious solutions to painfully recognisable human problems are limitless. So, with ‘The Time Traveller’s Wife’, we get to enjoy every emotion possible, every hope, and every fear. Henry’s unique ability allows him to encounter his parents, friends, and partner at varying stages of their lives, and their character development. He sees the small moments, and the traumatic incidents that will impact them for years to come. Henry’s personal experience, character, and inner life are effectively communicated by David Hunter’s endearing everyman (part Jim Carrey, part Henry Fonda). He is bewildered, angry, tortured, playful, and often emotionally and physically lost. Every appearance finds him having to immediately adapt to the emotions of the moment, whilst processing equally demanding scenarios just seconds (to him) and years (to every other character) ago. It’s an incredibly demanding role that gives the actor a magnificent opportunity to communicate every facet of the character’s heart and mind, and Hunter succeeds admirably.



Chris Fisher’s illusions are used to enhance, but not overwhelm the narrative. Henry’s regular disappearances, prefaced by the character suddenly trembling and jerking with stress and pain, are simply astonishing at times. Ranging from simple distraction techniques, resulting in the actor exiting unseen, while his clothes fall in a crumpled heap to the floor, we are also treated to complex lighting, animation, and projections that show Henry travelling through time in the form of an epic ballet. Special mention must go to 12-year-old Phoebe Cheffings, who played the younger version of Clare (the role is shared, on different nights, with others) with great skill, tender vocals, and a maturity beyond her years.

Bill Buckhurst’s direction keeps things tight, and every character has a chance to shine. Short, impactful scenes play out cinematically, and the songs are effortlessly slipped in, contributing hugely to the inner life of the characters, and often segueing seamlessly into the action.

This is a show that is a true audience pleaser. There is romance, action, adventure, drama, comedy, and a triumphant soundtrack. The acting is top notch, the set is amazing, the effects outstanding. What is there not to like?

Well, I could have done without the entire cast reassembling for a grand finale, belting out ‘Love Wins The Day’, which only served to undermine the poignant and heart-rending scenes that would have made for a dramatically effective, and bittersweet, ending. Maybe that’s just me, though?

I still don’t like musicals, but this isn’t just a musical.

 

Tags: Storyhouse, Chester, The Time Traveller’s Wife, Lauren Gunderson, Joss Stone, Dave Stewart, Bill Buckhurst, Anna Fleischle, David Hunter, Joanna Woodward, Phoebe Cheffings,


BOOTLEG BLONDIE

Alexander’s, Chester

Reviewer: Brian Gorman

Reviewed on 10 September 2022



The classy, dynamic Alexander’s Bar, in Chester city centre has hosted a great many tribute bands of late, and aficionados of the 70s and 80s post-punk era are certainly being well catered for at the moment. Just recently, we had the fantastic U2 Experience, live on stage, recreating the sights and sounds of frontman Bono’s Irish rockers, and tonight we welcomed fellow iconic music royalty, Blondie. Here, being celebrated in the form of the mightily impressive Bootleg Blondie.

Billed as ‘The official Blondie tribute band’, the group were formed over twenty years ago, and have the distinction of being endorsed by Debbie Harry, and having played with Blondie’s original drummer Clem Burke, and guitarist Gary Valentine. Add to this the fact that they have been thanked on Blondie’s album ‘Pollinator’, and played at the legendary CBGB’s in New York (a favourite haunt for the original band, back in the 1970s), Bootleg Blondie have a lot to live up to, and had a sold-out crowd to impress. The band arrived a fashionably thirty minutes late on stage, but we were soon tapping our feet to the opening bars of the classic ‘Heart Of Glass,’ and doing double-takes when singer Debbie Harris (yes, that’s how she bills herself) appeared in the classic little black dress, with the single slender shoulder strap; diminutive, with the trademark shaggy blonde bob, scarlet lipstick, and perky confidence. “Once I had a love, and it was a gas …” rang out, and there was no mistaking that high pitched, crystal clear vocal. We could be seeing the real thing, here! Well, it’s about as close as you can get. It’s rare, indeed, to see a tribute band with this degree of constructed authenticity, combining looks, voice, attitude, and body language. The audience, of whom the great majority were female (of all ages), were in heaven, dancing along to all the hits (and, respectfully, nodding along to the rhythm of the lesser-known songs).



Next up was another all-time sing-along classic, ‘Dreaming,’ with its frenetic pace, frantic drumming, and primal punk energy, all iced over by those sheer, sparkling vocals. Ms Harris had it all, even the ‘Noo-Yawk’ accent, used to wonderful effect when she screamed out “Sing, you Mother-F**kers!” The hits kept coming, and the audience were with them all the way, with several fans scrambling up on to chairs to grab a few mobile snaps of the dynamic punk princess in full flow. The proto rap, and hip hop hit, ‘Rapture,’ was perfectly realised, but the biggest applause of the night came for the anthemic, mournful and melancholic disco-funk-new wave masterpiece ‘Atomic’, as Debbie donned stylish shades, and long white opera gloves. A life-sized cut-out of a red telephone box formed part of the stage backdrop, and our charismatic lead singer was soon brandishing an old-fashioned handset and receiver when launching into ‘Hanging On The Telephone,’ and now wearing the classic 70s Vultures t-shirt.

Reaching the half-hour mark, I assumed we were about to break for an interval when Debbie surprised us with a Marilyn Monroe style rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’. Apparently, this was for ‘Colin and Leslie’, and their large party of friends in attendance. However, this simply led straight into another flurry of timeless hits, including ‘One Way Or Another’, ‘Picture This’, ‘Maria’, and the ever popular ‘Denis’. A non-stop roller coaster ride through the Blondie songbook culminated in the ‘final’ song, ‘Sunday Girl’, with Debbie now sporting another mini outfit, this time in blood red. After a raucous reception, the expected rhetorical question “Do ya want another one?” rang out, and we were treated to the epic, Giorgio Moroder disco classic ‘Call Me’ (theme song from the film ‘American Gigolo’), followed by a scorching cover of T-rex’s ‘Get It On’, and a spine-tingling reprise of ‘Heart Of Glass’ for the climax.

Bootleg Blondie delivered exactly what any Debbie Harry fan could have possibly wished for. The uncanny resemblance, and vocals, of singer Debbie Harris, and the magnificent recreation of a stream of immortal classic tunes. The audience were bouncing, and singing along, all night. If the original band ever need a break, they know who to call. 


Tags: Chester, Alexander’s, Bootleg Blondie, Debbie Harry, Debbie Harris, Heart Of Glass, Call Me, New York, CBGBs, Giorgio Moroder

Star rating: 5

Dynamite Blondie Tribute

THE U2 EXPERIENCE

 – Alexander’s, Chester

Reviewer: Brian Gorman

20 August 2022


The popular Alexander’s bar in the heart of Chester city centre hosted a real treat for fans of 80s stadium rock, when The U2 Experience rattled the brickwork, shook the timbers, and threatened to blow the roof off. Billed as ‘The UK’s most authentic U2 Tribute Band,’ the reality certainly lived up to the hype. The Irish rock band have had decades of success, with multiple million selling albums, from their 1970s beginnings through their 1980s heyday, and beyond. Fronted by the almost messianic personality of Bono (these days a very ‘Marmite’ figure, often parodied, but nonetheless a formidable stage presence), this is a band that only the brave or the foolhardy would attempt to replicate, live on stage.

Sequenced lighting, onscreen visuals, video clips, and special effects combined to make this a truly spectacular experience, with the four band members uniting to faithfully recreate the U2 sound. Chris Field performing as Bono has a nigh impossible job, attempting to mimic one of the greatest stage performers of all time, but he does so magnificently. There’s the sheer power and studied arrogance, combined with vocals that soar impressively to the heights that the songs demand. Complete with ever present dark glasses, and black outfit, you could be forgiven for thinking this was the man himself. A full house was bouncing with unbridled excitement, and even the more elderly attendees were dancing and singing along with newly unleashed vigour. Opening with the pulse-pounding ‘Elevation’, the night got off to a flying start with the audience joining in from the opening lyrics. The pulsating lighting effects, and video screen showing the real U2 in action, added to the overall atmosphere. U2’s sound is very much rooted in the lead guitar of ‘The Edge’, with its glacial, almost angelic vibration, and is instantly recognisable and unique. John Brown has mastered this sound, with the equally superb Clive Witcomb as ‘Adam Clayton’ on bass guitar, and Mark Owen’s ‘Larry Mullen Jnr’ on drums.

Following the crowd-pleasing opener, ‘Elevation’, came one of U2’s best known stadium anthems, ‘Beautiful Day’. Though its charm had been tainted a little when appropriated by ITV’s football highlights programme ‘The Premiership’, it still retains its classic power and sheer joyfulness. Introducing the third song of the night, we now got to hear ‘Bono’ speak. This was another highlight of the evening, as Field delivered a pitch perfect impression, with the recognisable soft Irish lilt. It was time to head back to the very early days, with a fantastic recreation of U2’s first single from 1979, ‘Out Of Control’. A near two-hour set comprised of all-time classics, and rarely-performed album tracks, with stand-out songs being a superbly effective ‘Bullet The Blue Sky’ – which had The Edge moving through the delighted crowd, and a moving, barnstorming tribute to Martin Luther King with ‘Pride’. There was also time for a humorous dig at the Bryan Adams song ‘(Everything I Do) I Do It For You’, when Bono drolly mentioned that the song that knocked Adams off the top of the charts (after a record 16 weeks) was U2’s ‘The Fly’ (which they duly performed with gusto!). The first half of the show ended with another singalong to the epic, frantic ‘Vertigo’.

‘City Of Blinding Lights’ opens the second act, and we’re up and running again with another great track. It’s a more low-key, gentle, romantic, and melancholic U2, here, but with that same soaring, stadium friendly quality. An early 1980s fan favourite ‘Bad’ showcases the epic U2 sound, with the song building and building, and demanding more and more from the Bono vocals. Written about a heroin addicted friend, it’s a real emotional rollercoaster, ending with a wailing, heart-rending lyric “I’m wide awake; I’m not sleeping”, echoed by the mesmerised audience. The song fades away, and the audience are now primed, as the band segue into the haunting, dream-like opening notes of the immortal ‘Where The Streets Have No Name’. A rattling, steamrollering, chugging juggernaut of a song, The U2 Experience showed just what they could do, and had the audience cheering like crazy at their masterful rendition of the 1980s classic. Closing the evening with the truly inspiring and uplifting ‘With Or Without You’, there were more than a few tears rolling down the smiling faces of the audience. The vocals, guitars and drums fused together into one almighty, spiritual force of nature, and blew every lurking demon away. This was truly U2, in spirit, and an awesome – in every sense of the word - experience.

This review was first published by  https://www.thereviewshub.com/


Tags: Chester, Alexander’s, U2, The U2 Experience, Chris Field, John Brown, Clive Witcomb, Mark Owen, Bono, The Edge, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen Jnr

Star rating: 5

Spectacular Rock Recreation