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It’s easy to see why the both theatres would have jumped at the chance to stage this piece of Wood’s writing past. She’s one of the funniest women Britain has produced – that’s not in question – but this stilted play feels very much like an early work; it’s thin, only patchily amusing and overstays its welcome even at only 95 minutes.
Toase plays the doe-eyed Maureen, the dowdy, port and lemon-swigging friend and provider of moral support to Julie, an aspiring singer who has entered a talent contest at Bunter’s Nitespot, a shabby cabaret club in Manchester that makes a big deal of its Hawaiian ham platters.
The production opens with a garish sequence in which a paisley cat-suited Julie dreams of being a famous singer (her fantasies providing a nice contrast with the global conquest envisaged by the average X Factor contestant). But though this sequence provides a degree of context, it doesn’t really prepare the audience for what is to come.
Following this musical opener, the scene shifts to a rather grotty backstage area at Bunter’s where Julie is getting ready for the contest – and the rest of the play takes place in this space. The two friends encounter a series of dubious men: a magician (Jeffrey Holland) and his hapless assistant (Mark Hadfield), one of Julie’s ex-boyfriends (Eugene O'Hare) and a sleazy talent show host (Mark Curry). At one point, needing to pee, but put off by the state of the ladies’ loo, Julie is forced to relieve herself in a vaguely amusing manner. The whole thing is very gentle and meandering and plot-less – and then all of sudden it finishes with a bit of a song.
There is some reasonably amusing dialogue but there are real gaps between the laughs, and even when they come, they’re only chuckles not deep belly-laughs. Everything is marinated in 1970s pop culture references that were obviously relevant at the time but feel a bit excessive now. There are only so many references to Cherries Jubilee and Babycham and avocado-as-a-delicacy one can take.
The supporting cast are pretty strong, particularly Hadfield in his two roles as the club’s long serving catering manager and as the sweaty magician’s assistant, and Leanne Rowe is perfectly fine as Julie, but they’re all hampered by a play which hasn’t aged well despite Wood’s efforts to prod and poke it into shape. It would have been better for all, the audience included, if she’d left it back in the 70s.
- Lisa Hunt
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