How Rhian Johnson Cleverly Got Around The Apple Rule

Sponsorship deals can be tricky, but it turns out one thing they cannot be is murder…

After Knives Out came out in 2019, Rhian Johnson revealed in a 2020 Variety interview that Apple refuses to license its products for use by villainous characters. A quirk to go with how Sony products suddenly become ubiquitous once Colombia gets involved with your franchise (see the James Bond or Spiderman films), it becomes a bit of a tell when you’re making murder mysteries.

So do you make your murderland an Apple-free Eden like you’re working at Sony and not Netflix, or do you include Apple products knowing that the audience you’ve warned now know that it’s almost as much of a tell as looking up who has star billing after Daniel Craig (Knives Out, Glass Onion) and possibly his assistant (Wake Up Dead Man)?

Rhian Johnson did neither.

Instead he gave his villain an ipad.

But how?

(Be warned, here there be spoilers.)

In the second film in the Benoit Blanc series, Glass Onion (2022), all the characters are assembled by Miles Bron on his island to play a murder mystery. Benoit Blanc asks about prizes, suggesting an ipad as an example, which Bron accepts.

When Blanc inevitably wins it easily, Bron takes him next door and angrily tosses him his prize.

Except… Miles Bron is the killer.

But the Ipad isn’t his when it’s onscreen because Blanc already won it.

And thus, presumably, Rhian Johnson threaded the legal needle with Apple and put the fans who read his interviews off Miles Bron’s scent.

It’s a fitting technicality for a murder mystery, and no crime was even committed.

Oliver Giggins

Jen The Nipper’s Latest Victim

Jen The Nipper was the terror of Nightchapel and a born killer. You can imagine how experienced that made her, for she was now six years old.

Her preparation had been meticulous: she had found her latest victim in a supermarket, and taken her time. No rushed approach, no looks around before the obvious disappearance, no. Not for Jen. Quietly, soberly and meticulously, she had begged for weeks for her parents to buy her the barbie.

And then the games had begun.

Locked away in a box in Jen’s bedroom, Barbie had seen daylight only a few hours away, when it suited Jen and it was time for her “games”.

Hair was cut. Clothes were lost. Multicoloured pens were applied. Limbs were chewed.

Barbie could only hope she would be found, that out there her millions of twins and their boyfriends were putting photos of her up on lamp-posts, that they would find her in time.

But the first thing that was found was her leg, dumped in a street one Thursday morning.

Jen The Nipper had struck again.

Oliver Giggins

The Lost Stories of John Le Carré

Like many authors who have recently died, John Le Carré has entered a fallow, but by no means unproductive, period.

After dying on the 12 December 2020, Le Carré published his 2021 novel Silverview, which he had actually finished and abandoned around 2015 several years before his soul divorced his body. This would mean it was put aside by Le Carré in favour of several more novels A Legacy of Spies (2017) and Agent Running in the Field (2019).

Following that, he published A Private Spy: The Letters of John le Carré 1945–2020 in 2022, allowed the posthumous publication of the unsavoury parts of his 2015 biography with Andy Sisman’s The Secret Life of John le Carré in 2023, and finally authorised a new Smiley novel, Karla’s Choice, by his son Nick Harkaway (labelled “A John Le Carré novel” on the cover) in 2024.

Nor has le Carré limited himself to books. Earlier this year (2025) there was an exhibition of materials from the Le Carré Archive at the Boldeian Library in Oxford, along with the publication of a tie-in book, Tradecraft: Writers On John Le Carré, edited by Federico Varese. In terms of adaptations, this week sees the premiere of the second series of The Night Manager (based on his 1993 novel) a whole decade after the first series came out in 2016, with a third series due to come after an even shorter interval.

This is by no means a case of scraping the barrel, but I think it is fair to say the estate is thoroughly investigating the monetisation, expansion and/or continuation of the Le Carré oeuvre.

And yet, in certain areas they have been frustratingly quiet. According to Spyscape, “literary agent Johny Geller has said le Carré was writing “something else” and “more stuff” has been discovered in the author’s archives. […] Le Carré’s son said the author also left behind short stories that the family may publish.”

All this certainly seems plausible. According to the afore-mentioned Le Carré biographer Andy Sisman, his subject was a meticulous archivist, and this has already been corroborated by many of the post-humous projects we have already mentioned. Le Carré himself mined the non-fiction part of his archive not long before his death, producing the memoire The Pigeon Tunnel: Stories From My Life in 2016 in part from previously written articles. However, as of December 2025, there is no news on any of the fictional material Le Carré apparently still had to publish.

Still, at least some material can be uncovered by the enterprising Le Carré fan for themselves in the newspaper and book vaults of forgotten publishings. Among these are over 30 000 words of non-fiction on writing, spies and world events, amongst other things, as well as four short stories.

Leaving the nonfiction aside for another time, Le Carré’s short fiction is, well, short. It numbers a grand total of four stories and about 11 500 words, most of them published a long time ago, in a short period of time between 1967 and 1968. “Dare I Weep, Dare I Mourn?” was first published in the Saturday Evening Post on 28 January 1967, “What Ritual is Being Observed Tonight?” in the Saturday Evening Post, on 2 November 1968, and “The Writer and the Horse” in The Savile Club Centenary Magazine and later as “A Writer and A Gentleman” in The Argosy and The Saturday Review on November 30, 1968. A single solitary effort, “The King Who Never Spoke”, published in Ox-Tales: Fire, on 2 July 2009, carries the load for the following 50 years. If these are not all the stories that Le Carré’s son mentioned, one has to wonder how Le Carré determined what went out and what didn’t. Certainly the stories’ length don’t suggest a rising interest in the genre, with the last being the shortest and each of the first 2 almost twice as long as the last two combined.

On the other hand, it is possible Le Carré’s son was telling a white lie: if there is indeed “something else” Le Carré was working on when he died, it was presumably a novel cut short by the author’s death, ie a short(er) story by necessity. Additionally, Le Carré was, according to Sisman, a thorough editor of his own work, capable of changing character names, situations and even set-pieces between inception and publication, resulting in texts that could diverge almost totally between first and last draft. It is therefore possible there exist pieces which, though written for one book or another, could in effect be presented in isolation as wholly new pieces, with characters and features wholly distinct from the novels they were pruned from twice, first by their original author deciding on something else for his story, and then by a diligent editor of a book of Le Carré’s Short Fiction.

We can illustrate this using an extract that we have easy access to: the “Concierge’s Wig of Herr Kaspar” anecdote from The Night Manager. In it, the titular night-manager of the hotel remembers how a fellow employee defied a rich customer for his self-respect and toupee. Neither Herr Kaspar nor the toupee factor into the plot except through the most minor mention much later on. If another book had, say, a deleted equivalent, it could be plucked out entirely painlessly from its original context to become a “new” 3 page short story.

Another candidate-type can be found in the excised setpiece of 1977’s The Honourable Schoolboy, deleted for reasons I will let its author himself reveal:

“On a sunny spring day in 1974, I arrived in Hong Kong to discover that somebody had built a tunnel under the sea between the island of Hong Kong and mainland Kowloon without my knowledge. I had just turned in the corrected proofs of my novel Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. Any moment, finished copies would be rolling off the presses. Among the book’s supposed pleasures was a pursuit by Star Ferry across the straits between Kowloon and Hong Kong Island. To my everlasting shame I had dared to write the passage here in Cornwall with the help of an outdated guidebook. Now I was paying the price.

The hotel possessed a fax machine. I had a bound proof copy of my novel in my luggage. I dug it out. I telephoned my agent in the middle of his night and implored him to persuade the publishers to hold the presses. Was it too late for America? He would find out, but feared it was. After a couple more drives through the tunnel with a notepad on my knee, I faxed a revised text to London and swore I would never again set a scene in a place I hadn’t visited. And my agent was right: it was too late for the American first edition.”

John Le Carré, The Pigeon Tunnel: Stories From My Life, p71-2

If the British and American texts were regularised for subsequent editions, the original version of “the book’s supposed pleasures” could be a prime candidate for a collection of Le Carré’s shorter works. And if they weren’t, perhaps others like it, caught earlier in the process, would be. Aside from the various vagaries of the average writer’s editing process, Le Carré remained to his end a believer in writing first and checking facts later, suggesting more relaxed versions of this anecdote were a recurring feature of his writing process. And then of course, if he’s redrafting was as extensive as Sisman claims, there will be other episodes and setpieces that were jettisoned for other reasons, such as pacing, a different idea or plot alterations.

Pieces like that would be a huge boon to a collection of Le Carré’s short fiction in more ways than one. As well as giving fans more material from the master’s hand and providing more options for such a book to hit its minimum wordcount (the 4 stories of 11,500 words only get us 1/8 of the way there), these lost extracts with such things as “a pursuit by Star Ferry across the straits between Kowloon and Hong Kong Island” would also provide some much needed spy content to the book.

Spy stories were after all Le Carré’s bread and butter, and his rare foreys into non-spy fiction in his novels are seldom seen as core parts of his work.

In fact, only two of them fall into this category, one of them uneasily: 1962’s murder-mystery A Murder Of Quality may not be a full-on spy novel, but it starred Le Carré’s spy George Smiley, placing into that spy series in at least one way. The only remaining work is therefore 1971’s The Naive and Sentimental Lover, which has consistently received poor reviews, including from its author. In a 1983 interview with The New York Times he said “I thought, they [the negative reviewers] were right. And if you can do one thing well, stick with it.”

But Le Carré’s short stories, almost entirely published before this, couldn’t learn this lesson, balancing his work slightly more towards the non-spy (The second story, “What Ritual is Being Observed Tonight?” even pre-emptively quotes part of the novel’s title “the naïve and the sentimental.” twice in its second half ) and giving us a different look at their author.

The first story, “Dare I Weep, Dare I Mourn?”, (first published in the Saturday Evening Post on 28 January 1967) is about Herr Koorp, a grocer in the German city of Lübeck, who is tricked into smuggling his old father from East Germany back to the west in a coffin after his family faked his death. It is the first of the sixties stories, and the closest to Le Carré’s standard fare: there are no spies, but we have a Germany divided between East and West, bureaucrats, and smuggling. In many ways it is the best of these early stories, following a simple premise with hints of danger to its end, with a dark (though somewhat predictable) twist.

The second story, “What Ritual is Being Observed Tonight?”, (first published in the Saturday Evening Post, on 2 November 1968) is a love story in two parts, one set in the narrator’s youth on a French vineyard he worked on and where he had a crush on his host’s daughter, and the second after his studies, when he is reunited with her when she is married. Lacking the first story’s danger, it makes up for it partially through its relatability. Few of us, I imagine, cannot recall a first or unrequited love nostalgically. However the way it all comes together in the end lacks a good short story’s punch, contributing to the sense of a rushed ending.

The third story, “The Writer and the Horse”, (first published in The Savile Club Centenary Magazine and later as “A Writer and A Gentleman” in The Argosy and The Saturday Review on November 30, 1968) is, as I have already mentioned, much shorter than the preceding two. However, taking into account its format and even its predecessors, it is still far too easy to summarise. The narrator buys a horse which doesn’t go fast. When it finally does, he falls off. Factoring in that the narrator is the title’s eponymous “Writer”, this feels like an anecdote that happened to Le Carré and which he thought was funny enough for a story. Though it isn’t long enough to be offensive, I cannot say I agree.

Le Carré’s last story, “The King Who Never Spoke” (published in Ox-Tales: Fire, on 2 July 2009), is in essence a fairytale conveying a simply message about a king who maintained the peace by never speaking, and thus avoiding escalating any situation. It is a simple story but, with its short length, works quite well. Factoring in a presumably younger readership, it seems the 40+ year break from the format did Le Carré good.

Overall, it seems easy to see how well excised passages from various novels could fit in with these stories: lacking overall punch and, in some instances, a climactic end, some of them already feel like vignettes. Their author, clearly not an avid short story writer, may have simply been using them for stray ideas and, when that didn’t work out, he used them in novels instead. Perhaps such examples as the aforementioned Concierge’s Wig of Herr Kaspar anecdote from The Night Manager are just another instance of him learning “If you can do one thing well, stick with it.”, by obfuscating one into the other.

Reuniting these different uses for the same box of ideas could therefore make sense. On the other hand, that is these stories’ shortcomings. Made to stand-alone, they perhaps don’t do it well enough to carry a whole (or even half) book by themselves. Though fans will always want what they can have and there is certainly a case for making as much as possible available and letting them decide what they want, one merely has to look at the reviews to Harper Lee’s recently published short story collection, The Land of Sweet Forever, to know how vital it is for a short story writer or publisher, if not both, to know the importance of less is more.

If you enjoyed this, you might be interested in the profile of another spy-writer’s lost stories, Ian Fleming, which you can read here.

Oliver Giggins

REFERENCES

MELVYN, BRAGG, 13 March 1983). “A Talk With John le Carre”The New York Times.

John Le Carré, 1993. The Night Manager. Penguin.

John Le Carré, 2016. The Pigeon Tunnel: Stories From My Life. Viking.

Andy Sisman, 2023. The Secret Life of John le Carré. Penguin.

Spyscape. John le Carré: Rare Books, Secrets & Spies. Available at: https://spyscape.com/article/john-le-carres-silverview-may-not-be-the-spy-writers-final-book. Accessed 27/12/2025.

Federico Varese (editor), 2025. Tradecraft: Writers On John Le Carré. Bodleian.

When The FBI Investigated Goldfinger In Real Life.

If you’ve seen Goldfinger, you may remember that the film opens, after the credit sequence, with Felix Leiter and Goldfinger in Miami talking to Sean Connery in a studio-pretending-to-be-Miami.

For that is how the sequence – and in fact most of the film – was shot, with just enough footage being shot on location in the States to lend verisimilitude to the material shot on the (much easier to control) soundstages and locations in Europe. And the decision only makes more sense when you discover that even that small amount of footage was enough to prompt an investigation into the production by the FBI, as revealed by their declassified files.

At the time, most security services still hadn’t come out of the closet, with Bond’s own MI6 not being publicly acknowledged until 1994. In the USA, similar rules were in place for the FBI, including Public Law 670, which “prohibits the use of words “Federal Bureau of Investigation” or its initials in any manner without the written permission of the Director”.6 As such, spy stories such as the Bond films (and the books before them) were trading in classified information simply by existing and, while there hadn’t been anything the CIA or FBI could do about Felix Leiter’s appearance in Doctor No (which probably took them, as well as others, slightly by surprise considering he wasn’t in the book) or From Russia with Love as those were shot entirely outside the USA, Goldfinger’s little Miami shoot became an entirely different proposition, prompting a full-on investigation by the FBI.

An internal FBI memo to Cartha (deke) Deloach, one of Hoover’s top assistants, dated 23rd January 1964, when Bond Producer Harry Saltzman was already in Miami Beach where he was reportedly supervising filming, informs Hoover that Fleming’s books “are generally filled with beautiful women presenting themselves to [Bond] in scanty attire.”1 and told him there were no less than three passing references to the FBI in Goldfinger.

This was not just a relaying of fun-facts. As another confidential memo notes “the type of book written by Fleming is certainly not the type where we would want any mention of the FBI or portrayal of FBI agents, no matter how favorable they might look in the movie” as “Fleming’s stories generally center around sex and bizarre situations and certainly are not the type with which we should want to be associated.”2 This worry even prompted an investigative deep-dive into the FBI archive that concluded “our files reflects that Ian Fleming is a writer of paperback novels concerning spy stories in which his fictional character, James Bond, is the star.”, that “Bufiles [bureau files] contain no record regarding” Goldfinger screenwriter Richard Maibaum, “no derogatory information concerning [producer] Saltzman”, and than an FBI source “was unaware of any FBI portrayal in the movie”. More worryingly, another report from a few days later added that Maibaum’s “name appears in records of several communist front organisations available to this office, but reliable sources have not identified him as CP member.”3 (Adding another level to this ponderous bureaucratic response to the stories, a summary of this FBI investigation is also in the CIA’s files, taken from a Washington Post article from the 24th June 1980.)

Despite having on hand such reliable and top-secret sources as the Hollywood Reporter and the 1958 edition of the International Motion Picture Almanac, the FBI’s report contains multiple errors or mistruths, including that filming for Goldfinger was going on at Miami Airport at the time (presumably due to the fact the book – but not the film – opens there) and that Jack Lord was reprising his role from Doctor No as CIA agent Fleix Leiter.4

However, if their facts were unjustified, their fear that the film was treading on their toes and potentially damaging American Security concerns were not. While the casual film-goer might have laughed at the Bond film-makers for having Felix Leiter, a CIA asset, operating on US soil in Miami where he had no jurisdiction, in real life the CIA not only had a local Coral Gables number in Miami, HI 5-3658, but also a cover as Zenith Technical Entreprises, Inc. They would also at various points operate in Miami under three other commercial cover names, the Double-Chek Corporation, the Gibraltar Steamship Corporation and the Vanguard Service Corporation. Zenith Technical Entreprises, Inc was even listed in the 1963-4 telephone directory, where it was located at the University of Miami South Campus Perrine. Perhaps the CIA thought the Campus’s size was its own security feature, as it was certainly big enough to make this address not very helpful to anyone who might actually be looking for it without much more precise information (they were actually in Building 25).5

This accidental foray into the reality of spy-work was a perfect illustration of how damaging depictions of agents could be, however unrealistic or positive the depiction was meant. Not the FBI needed to wait around for corroboration of their fears.

Having already decided the FBI shouldn’t be depicted in the film, the 23rd January 1964 memo concluded that “in the event the bureau is contacted for permission to portray an FBI agent in the movie, it should be flatly declined.” Hoover himself scribbled “I concur” at the bottom of the memo.

Robert Mac Namara and Vincent K Antle, agents from the FBI Miami Office, therefore contacted Saltzman at Fontainebleau Hotel and passed on the FBI’s protest regarding any mention or portrayal of their organisation and “forcefully” told him about, and supplied him with, a copy of Public Law 670.6 But Saltzman was a canny operator himself: his WW2 service included time in the U.S. Psychological Warfare Bureau, and he and Cubby Broccoli would make sure throughout their tenure on the Bond films, that a certain percentage of each film’s budget was available to bribe recalcitrant officials. I do not know whether it was persuasion or purse that did the trick, as Hoover had already agreed to withhold permission and the FBI files on the following exchanges between the FBI and Eon are redacted from the files.7 However it is undeniably true that the permission to mention the FBI, written by the Director or otherwise, was evidently obtained at some later point as filming went ahead as planned. How it was done remains a tantalising mystery.

Regardless of the reason for the change, the CIA and FBI’s inclusion in the film was a step towards a future of at least partial transparency. On August 17th, 1966, just two and half years after this lengthy process of approval for an organisation’s name or its acronym (and the publication year of the last Fleming Bond book), a former Executive Director of the CIA, Lyman Kirkpatrick, would appear on Television 7’s Here’s Barbara to discuss the history and function of the CIA and Russian spy operations.

By this time, Bond had truly made his mark on the spy world and helped dictate how secret organisations were perceived, just as the FBI had feared during its investigation of Goldfinger. By the time Kirkpatrick was allowed to speak, James Bond had already been mentioned twice, and his first question was regarding whether CIA agents were like him, to which Kirkpatrick responded “I think I’ve probably been asked this one question more than any other since I left the Agency, and I must say in all trueness that I didn’t realize the lack of knowledge or information there is about CIA and about intelligence.”9

Never going into why this might have happened, he was still keen to distance his former organisation from Bond, saying “when one emphasizes some of the, shall we, say, more glamorous aspects of intelligence, it’s to the detriment of what its basic function is, which is first to provide intelligence, the intelligence part of the name, and secondly to be the central organization, so that unlike Roosevelt at Pearl Harbor, where he listened to four or five or even more voices telling him what they thought were going to happen, our government today can listen to one voice speaking on behalf of everybody.”10

Despite what Saltzman had presumably promised back in 1964, the FBI’s fight to distance itself from Bond had only just begun.

Oliver Giggins

(based on research made for his upcoming book,

Red Down The Gun Barrel.)

SOURCES

1 Memorandum to Mr. DeLoach from Mr A. Jones Subject: Harry Saltzman, Uniated Artists, Movie based on pocketbook entitled „Goldfinger“ by Ian Fleming. [from Ian Fleming Part 01] 23 January 1964. FBI Archive.

2M. A. Jones to DeLoach memo RE: Harry Saltzman, Uniated Artists, Movie based on pocketbook entitled „Goldfinger“ by Ian Fleming. [from Ian Fleming Part 01] 1964. FBI Archive.

3 To: Director, FBI From SAC, Los Angeles: Harry Saltzman, United Artists (Research, Crime Records). [from Ian Fleming Part 01] 27 January 1964. FBI Archive.

4 To: Director, FBI From SAC, Los Angeles: Harry Saltzman, United Artists (Research, Crime Records). [from Ian Fleming Part 01] 28 January 1964. FBI Archive.

5 David Wise and Thomas B Ross, CIA: The Invisible Government, 1994. p44. PDF p6. CIA-RDP66B00403R000500100014-9

6To: Director, FBI From SAC, Los Angeles: Harry Saltzman, United Artists (Research, Crime Records). [from Ian Fleming Part 01] 28 January 1964. FBI Archive.

7Memorandum to Mr. DeLoach from Mr A. Jones Subject: Harry Saltzman, Uniated Artists, Movie based on pocketbook entitled „Goldfinger“ by Ian Fleming. [from Ian Fleming Part 01] 28 January 1964. FBI Archive.

8 An Intelligence Agency in an Open Society, Speech p4 (PDF page 19) CIA-RDP84-00780R006100150024-5

9 Lyman Kirkpatrick Interviewed, by Barbara Coleman. P2 Augst 14, 1966. CIA Archive. CIA-RDP83-01022R000100060018-9

10 Lyman Kirkpatrick Interviewed, by Barbara Coleman. P3 Augst 14, 1966. CIA Archive. CIA-RDP83-01022R000100060018-9

Every Theatre Show I Reviewed In 2025

Below are all the reviews I wrote for Northwestend.com in 2025. (2024, 2023, 2022, 2021 and 2020 are also available)

They include The Merchant Of Venice, Calamity Jane, The Watsons, Quadrophenia, Me and My Year of Casual Monasticism, Saint Dymphna’s Ward, Shirley: A Ghost Story, Devil’s Point, Frankenstein Afterglow, 007 Voices of Bond, I Was A Teenage She Devil, The Real Housewives of The Zombie Apocalypse, Poe, and War Horse.

The Merchant of Venice

at the Royal Lyceum Theatre.

The Theatre for a New Audience production of William Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice is, of course, not set in Venice. Instead, we are in an American city in the near future, though the play’s fidelity to Shakespeare’s script largely confines this setting to its physical set, designed by Riccardo Hernandez (a brutalist concrete set of steps before two rectangular doors and a circular window), the presence of costume designer Emily Rebholz’ suits and mobile phones and, of course, the Jewish characters being portrayed by Black actors (the link between two different intolerances aided by the fact the play has racist as well as antisemitic portions).

This limits what the play can do to what Shakespeare did with it and, unfortunately, Shakespeare by today’s standards is an anti-semite. In Shakespeare’s time, no Jews had been legally present in England for centuries and therefore stereotypes and prejudice were the biggest representation of them available. Of course, what Shakespeare meant and what an audience saw – then and definitely now – are two different things, and Shylock evolved over the years, from a stock Shakespearean villain or repulsive clown, to a man overcome by a desire for revenge or pride from the nineteenth century onwards. But the sword of interpretation cuts both ways, and moments such as Shylock’s famous “do we not bleed?” speech weren’t problematic enough for the Nazis to not make him usable to their own ends. Shylock featured in their propaganda, they broadcast a radio production of The Merchant of Venice in the build-up to the anti-semitic violence of Kristallnacht in 1938, and staged different productions around the Reich and its occupied territories for years afterwards.

Some of the audience may squirm appropriately at the abuse, slurs and spitting, but for some, adding a few images such as a defeated Shylock (John Douglas Thompson) and his daughter Jessica (Danaya Esperanza) – who has now learned that nothing she does can truly make her acceptable to Christian society – reciting Hebrew together in their defeat, may not be enough. Really, the problem with The Merchant of Venice is that it is an Elizabethan comedy that is now seen as having a titular tragedy within it. Shakespeare might have seen it as being about justice, but to us it is about injustice, whether it is Shylock’s using the letter of the law to exact revenge for past ill-treatment, or the Christians proving that no amount of letter-following can help you win against a society that despises you, even when that society is a fake lawyer with no legal experience dressed in drag.

However, this production, directed by Arin Arbus, is not unaware of this, and builds on these elements in many places. There is the afore-mentioned spitting and Hebrew, Portia (Isabel Arraiza) being plainly uncomfortable around the now-Christened Jessica, and the foregrounding of the gay subtext between Antonio and Bassanio and suggestion that Antonio’s quick exit from the play – probably in reality due to Shakespeare’s writing deadline forcing him to wrap up subplots faster than intended – is in fact Portia getting rid of a rival.

The actors effortlessly combine the needs of Elizabethan verse with that of a modern (or slightly sci-fi) American setting, and John Douglas Thompson in the title role brings the vital combination humanity and vengefulness, along with quite a lot of humour, though inevitably the draw of Shylock makes the other characters dimmer by proximity. However their energy and character touches keep the play skipping along, ably justifying this story’s continued existence and its own addition to an extensive, and often radiant, litany of productions.

The Merchant of Venice is running at the Lyceum until the 15th February. Tickets can be found at: https://lyceum.org.uk/events/the-merchant-of-venice

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 22nd January 2025 North West End UK Rating: 4

Calamity Jane

at the Festival Theatre.

The Watermill Theatre’s Production of Calamity Jane is based on the 1953 Doris Day film of the same name which won the Academy Award for Best Original Song that year. The titular Calamity Jane (Carrie Hope Fletcher) is loosely based on Wild West frontierswoman Calamity Jane, picking and choosing a few elements from her life such as her tall tales and her alleged romance with Wild Bill Hickok (played here by Vinny Coyle), and fashioning them into a musical format.

Calamity Jane’s life in Deadwood, including her one-sided romance with Lieutenant Danny Gilmartin (Luke Wilson) and insult-trading with Wild Bill Hickok, are interrupted when she embarks on a quest to Chicago to fetch stage-star Adelaid Adams (importantly, not played by Seren Sandham-Davies). However this proves to be the start rather than the end of her troubles as the wannabe starlet turns more heads in person than her supposed photos ever could…

The audience singing along to every rendition of The Black Hills of Dakota quickly demonstrates how this musical is something of a classic to many, whether as the original film, previous stagings, or from it seemingly being a staple of the school-production repertoire with its simple plot, cowboy themes, simple characters and chaste love-at-first-sight depictions of love. Lacking that connection and coming to it fresh in 2025 as an adult, the elements which have made it so popular in schools are not always a strength, particularly paired with somewhat dated arcs ,such as a woman in trousers needing to learn to wear makeup and dresses as many struggle to see she’s a woman due to how her clothing separates her knees.

But judging by the audience, such criticisms would be like preaching to the devils. The audience already seemed to know and love the show, and for those who do, this production will certainly hit the spot. Carrie Hope Fletcher is suitably loud and brash while keeping the character human, and Samuel Holmes’s Francis Fryer landed even the silliest gags. Directed by Nikolai Foster and co-directed/choreographed by Nick Winston, the show has high energy, humour and inventive staging, while the presence of the band on stage as extras and side-characters are a nice touch, adding to the rough barnstorming ambience of Deadwood when the piano becomes a stagecoach or an oven, sometimes while still being played.

There is still debate to this day over how Jane earned the name Calamity and, as this show fires on all cylinders like our heroine, this production keeps the sobriquet mysteriously unearned. If you like this show or film, you’ve probably already bought your ticket, and you won’t be disappointed.

Calamity Jane is running at the Festival Theatre until the 19th April. Tickets can be found at: https://www.capitaltheatres.com/whats-on/all-shows/calamity-jane/2362

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 15th April 2025 North West End UK Rating: 3

The Watsons

at Church Hill Theatre.

When Jane Austen died in July of 1817, she left behind six completed novels (four already published and two released not long after her death) and several volumes of unpublished juvenilia, as well as two aborted novel starts. These include Sanditon, which she was working on when she died, and 1803’s The Watsons, which marked the transitionary period between her childhood attempts and the later novels with which she would find various levels of success.

Austen’s subsequent comparatively small canon of works and her status in literature has lead to a small but passionate fascination with these lesser works, especially in recent years. While continuations, sequels and spin-offs of Austen are nothing new, over the last decade we have also had big-name adaptations of Lady Susan from her juvenilia (as Love and Friendship, the title of a different Young Austen story) and three seasons of Sanditon, adapting and building from the novel Austen was working on when she died.

EPT’s The Watsons, created for Jane Austen’s 250th anniversary, is the story of Emma Watson (if you are also part of the generation that grew up with Harry Potter: no, not that Emma Watson), played by Ellie Marie Duncan. Returned after 15 years of living with her rich aunt to  her much less prosperous family home, complete with two unmarried sisters (Sarah Stanton and Chloe Baines) and a dying father (Kevin Edie), she quickly finds herself an object of fascination to the very eligible rake, Tom Musgrave (Fraser Mackenzie), and the awkward thousandaire, Lord Osborne (Nathaniel Forsyth).
But where something like the Sanditon TV series tries to continue on with Austen’s story without her through pastiche (and not a little borrowing from other classic works), The Watsons merrily and intentionally runs full tilt into the road-block. When the known story runs out, we discover that a background maid Laura (Ruth Finlay) is actually a version of the adaptation’s writer, Laura Wade, trying to finish Austen’s story for her… if she can coax that out of the existing fragment and its pre-existing characters.

Writers talking about writing is a tricky subject, and this arresting look at the material certainly falls into some of its pitfalls, with the pace suffering from characters becoming mouthpieces for different ideas rather than embodiments of them. The bonkers finale and its sweet conclusion about the Watsons would have been worth getting to a bit faster.

But even in its self-indulgences, the material remains strong, as is the cast. Ellie Marie Duncan is a worthy Austen protagonist, Forsyth’s awkward Lord Osborne feels both appropriate and genuine, and Finlay’s Laura’s scattered modernness contrasts well with the rest of the cast. The set (constructed by Richard Spiers, Paul Wilson and members of the team) and costumes (Aileen Copland, Sheila Bain, Mary Macleod and Claire Morand) set the period and tone well, and Director Hilary Spiers and choreographers Carole Williams and Ellen McFadzen have put a lot of good work into the crowd scenes.

Andrew Davies’s Austen this ain’t, and that is no bad thing. But this is still a rare opportunity to see a classic author’s lesser known work come to life, and this adaptation certainly brings the novel out of this quarter of a book.

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 28th May 2025 North West End UK Rating: 4

Quadrophenia

at the Festival Theatre.

Translating a rock opera to the stage might seem like a logical sequitur, until one remembers that in this case it is translating an album – in which the storytelling is done almost entirely through lyrics (and may still not be the clearest then) – into an entirely non-verbal medium – a ballet. But this was the task of Quadrophenia: A Mod Ballet, taking The Who’s (well… really Pete Townshend’s) second/third rock opera (depending on whether we count A Quick One While He’s Away) 1973’s Quadrophenia, stripping out its lyrics and replacing guitars, synths and Moonish drumming for an orchestral version of the album by the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra.

While waiting outside, another audience member asked me how many people I thought were there for the music. Having seen at least one The Who T-shirt go by, I suggested this was probably more of an entry-point into ballet for Who-fans than the other way round. I still don’t know if this was the case, but at the very least I suspect the Who fans had a better idea of what was going on through the twenty-two dance sequences set to orchestral versions of Who Songs (mostly, but not exclusively, drawn from Quadrophenia, as Can’t Explain and My Generation also feature).

On the other hand, ballet fans may not care. From the tightly choreographed ensemble set pieces to the small flirtations of a boy and girl (Serena McCall/Taela Yeomans-Brown) or a marriage falling apart, choreographer Paul Roberts and director Rob Ashford bring the noise (metaphorically) to the era, themes, and story of troubled mod Jimmy (Paris Fitzpatrick) and his struggles, be they with his parents (Stuart Neal & Kate Tydman), gangs (Mods Vs Rockers), job, dreams, or different facets of his personality.

The pre-recorded orchestration by Rachel Fuller (also orchestrated by Martin Batchelar) brings out the operatic, soaring nature of the original stadium rockers, bringing drama and emotion out even for those who may not be able to fill in the lyrics from memory.

The dancers and music are heightened by the set, from Nick Hillel’s gigantic projections on the back wall showing crashing waves, drawn-style set, war backdrops or more abstract subjects, to the physical sets, some basic (a sofa, light, armchair and television for a living room), and some more developed: a full side of a cafe or train carriage, with lights (the lighting design is by Fabiana Piccioli) flashing past.

Probably more of an entry point for Who fans than ballet ones, Quadrophenia: A Mod Ballet has more than enough to entertain both thanks to its classic (now in both senses of the word) source material and execution.

Quadrophenia is running at the Festival Theatre until the 14th June. Tickets can be found at: https://www.capitaltheatres.com/shows/quadrophenia-a-mod-ballet/

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 10th June 2025 North West End UK Rating: 4

Me and My Year of Casual Monasticism

at Pickle Studio at Greenside @ Riddles Court

When Mary (writer Emily Knutsson) becomes single at the same time as a student at Cambridge University, she decides to put one above the other and concentrate on her studies through a year of abstinence, or medieval Monastecism.

The show’s conceit begins right from the entrance music (a Medieval Bardcore version of Candy Shop – I know because the same recording amusingly has the same function in the Fringe show I had just come from doing), continuing through to the structuring around the sixth-century Rules of Saint Benedict, and the naming of characters and pseudonyms after religious figures, Christian (Mary, Joseph…) or otherwise (Pan, Poseidon…).

The staging is simple, with Mary moving between the chair we meet her on to the table and the power-point presentation on the screen upstage. The set-up is a professional pitch-meeting which, as a framing device, does a Taming of The Shrew (but not a Taming of A Shrew) and vanishes early on, making it feel like an unnecessary (albeit harmless) addition to the performance/audience relationship. Knutsson has an engaging presence, easily building complicity with the audience, and is unafraid of vulnerability in her writing.

While the script explains any course or university specific jargon or geography, it still feels somewhat tailored towards a student audience with some of its non-rhetorical questions and assumptions. However the core of the show, dealing with work vs private life, bad relationships both platonic and not, should strike a chord with most audiences at this engaging and engrossing first show.

Me and My Year of Casual Monasticism is running at Pickle Studio at Greenside @ Riddles Court until the 23rd August. Tickets can be found at: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/me-and-my-year-of-casual-monasticism

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 02nd August 2025 North West End UK Rating: 4

Saint Dymphna’s Ward

at Pickle Studio at Greenside @ Riddles Court

Astride two time periods (modern day and the Victorian era), two women experience Saint Dymphna’s Ward. Justine (Angelina Miller) is falsely held in the abusive Victorian Asylum for the Insane by Dr Ribiere (Kody Mitchell, also playing Margot’s friend Lucas), while Margot (playwright, producer, & director Honoria Lawton Flatters) struggles to accept help in the modern-day Center for Psychiatric Care, including from fellow-patient Oliver (Taylor Fernandez, also playing Justine’s husband and Dr Frederickson) after checking in voluntarily for depression, delusions, and suicidal thoughts.

Highlighting the changes in treatment for mental illness, this play deals in some heavy themes, including sexual and physical abuse, the loss of a child, self-harm and attempted suicide (though these are implied or discussed rather than depicted). It’s an ambitious undertaking, especially for such a young team (the writer/producer/director is currently in high school and part of the story comes from a short story she wrote in elementary school), though the material is clearly heartfelt (lighting and sound are by the writer’s brother William Lawton Flatters, and the production has come from the United States to take part in the Edinburgh Fringe) and a great deal of research has been done, and Angelina Miller in particular does well in the role of Justine with a committed and emotionally portrayal of a woman struggling without help with multiple sources of trauma.

Saint Dymphna’s Ward is running at Pickle Studio at Greenside @ Riddles Court until the 8th August. Tickets can be found at: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/saint-dymphna-s-ward

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 03rd August 2025 North West End UK Rating: 3

Shirley: A Ghost Story

at Stephenson Theatre at theSpace @ Surgeons’ Hall

Inspired by the life of Shirley Jackson and the ghost stories of M.R. James, Shirley: A Ghost Story is a one-person play performed by Jasmin Gleeson and written by Josh King, together as Moon Rabbit Theatre. The play jumps between two settings, one past and one present, both equally haunted: in the past there is a young girl version of Shirley and a story her older self is desperate to tell, and in the present there is a husband profiting from her writing and trying to tell his own, rather cliched, ghost story.

Unlike Shirley’s husband’s story, this is an atypical ghost-story, and Gleeson jumps ably between the two time-lines, juggling not just different settings and ages but also characters (including the buffonish and controlling husband) with humour and subtlety, aided by King’s lighting and the script’s creeping mystery, and despite The Space Surgeon’s Hall yearly issues with temperature (but why resolve an issue when you could just make money and not?).

Shirley: A Ghost Story is a ghost-story in the classic sense, one that takes full advantage of its staging and clearly understands the difference between traditional and cliché, making fun of the latter, while delivering a great example of the former.

Shirley is running at Stephenson Theatre at theSpace @ Surgeons’ Hall on alternating days until the 23rd August. Tickets can be found at: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/shirley-a-ghost-story

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 03rd August 2025 North West End UK Rating: 4

Devil’s Point

at the Space On The Mile

In this folk horror play from Cutty Sark Theatre, Ailsa (Laura Milton) and Sean (Logan Rodgers) are a young couple on a hiking trip up the mountain known as Devil’s Point. But all is not well in paradise. And the clear tension between them from events in the recent past isn’t helped by the stories of the previous travellers to have climbed the Devil’s Point, not to mention the voices heard there that whisper your name…

Devil’s Point is a highly effective horror story from Director Eve Miller and writer Laura Milton. Very atmospheric in its sound (the music is by Oliver Armstrong and the sound & lighting design is by Mia Renaldi) and shadow puppetry, like many of the best horror plays, it knows that horror and comedy are not opposites but partners. Rodgers and Milton deliver well their comedic beats, endearing their characters and their struggles to the audience, while effectively evoking the empty wilderness, history and threats of the Highlands.

A tight display of horror storytelling both by its creators and characters, Devil’s Point is a worthy addition to the Fringe Folk horror genre of recent years and a must see for any horror fans this year.

Devil’s Point is running at the Space On The Mile until the 16th August (not 5th). Tickets can be found at: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/devil-s-point

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 03rd August 2025 North West End UK Rating: 5

Frankenstein Afterglow

at the Space On The Mile

Frankenstein: Afterglow is a neon-gothic mixture of poetry and puppetry set after Frankenstein and the Monster’s final book confrontation in the Arctic. However, in this version neither died there, with the Monster instead subduing Frankenstein and bringing him back to his home in Switzerland.

Set entirely within the room of Frankenstein’s home in which the Monster keeps him imprisoned, the show is light on plot and strong on character, and its reverence for the book – bar a couple of twists on the material – may be an advantage for those who don’t know the story well, or know and love it like a fan hearing a favourite song at a concert. Because of the subjective nature of these points, whether these two factors are criticisms or recommendations will therefore have to be left to the reader. A review is, after all, simply one person’s opinion.

But if they are read as criticisms, perhaps they should still not be allowed to put you off this show, as a familiar plot is far from all it has to offer. The show could be considered spoken word for its evocative use of language, rhythm and rhyme, but it’s also a puppet show, not only because that is how Frankenstein is represented, but also because of the performer portraying the Monster, whose physique, contortions and grimaces make him the play’s most expressive puppet. To call it a one-man show would, by comparison to most other solo performances, suggest he is doing far less than he is, creating a monster which is both supernatural and human with a grotesque precision which works for both comedy and drama when required.

A familiar story with a tour-de-force performance at its centre, Frankenstein: Afterglow traps you in a room with the Monster, bringing home his pain while keeping his crimes in with his humanity. What you do in the afterglow is up to you, but this is one performance you’ll remember.

Frankenstein’s Afterglow is running at the Space On The Mile until the 9th August. Tickets can be found at: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/frankenstein-afterglow

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 03rd August 2025 North West End UK Rating: 3

007 Voices of Bond

at the Space Triple X

Diamonds Are Forever Goldfinger Licence To Kill You Only Live Twice, Nobody Does It Better Another Way To Die You Know My Name Skyfall No Time To Die Live and Let Die

Celebrating 60+ years of Bond themes, 007 Voices of Bond features Maia Elsey and the Night Owl band performing, mostly chronologically, just under a dozen songs from the film series’ history, sometimes accompanied by a guest performer for some duets, and by a projected “M” character for extra links and humour (as well as some inaccurate facts: Moonraker was made before For Your Eyes Only).

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the Craig era dominates, with all but one of his five themes making the show (Sam Smith’s proud first draft “The Writing’s On The Wall” is a wise omission), compared to two each for Connery and Moore’s longer runs (who get more than Dalton, who gets more than Brosnan). While this may result in disappointing omissions at least for some older fans – this is a Fringe-length show of a song canon which could rival many films in length – what most will consider the greatest hits are all accounted for, and the focus on Craig brings out some unexpected jems, with the duet of Quantum of Solace‘s mostly hated “Another Way To Die” being a barnstorming highlight of the show.

Maia Elsey is a wonderful host, likeable and humorous in the links and with a powerful voice and presence that can do both bombastic and sultry for the songs. Despite the band lacking Elsey’s showmanship (at different points she tried to interact visually with all of them, and I’m not sure they all noticed), they delivered pared down arrangements of these big orchestral tracks (occasionally augmented by some small pre-recorded pieces to cover the missing orchestra) with intelligence, as well as the professionalism and volume you want from a live performance.

I cannot imagine this joyous celebration of these classic film songs would disappoint any Bond fans at the Fringe. So if you were thinking of going to this show… well, you know its name.

007 Voices of Bond is running at the Space TripleX until the 23rd August. Tickets can be found at: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/007-voices-of-bond

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 05th August 2025 North West End UK Rating: 5

I Was A Teenage She-Devil

at the Space @ Niddry Street

Nancy Nelson (Faith Pasch) is the classic unattractive high-school loser (ie, girl with glasses), with unpopular friends Debbie (Lee Beka Harper) and Doobie (Matt Bader, filled in for by a producer on the night we attended) and persecuted by the popular kids: Heather (Charis Stockton) and Big Rod (Louis Hearsay) and their leader, Tiffani (Caitlin Anderson). Until one day when they take their humiliation too far and the Devil (Sean Arkless) offers Nancy a deal, a makeover and an opportunity for revenge…

It is, in short, the classic American high-school setup combined with horror elements, in this case the Faustian pact, and an 80s setting. All three aspects are archetypes in their own right and, to different degrees, also combined; with high-school horror stories like Carrie and Faustian-inspired murder sprees like Jennifer’s Body, and 80s nostalgia having now dominated pop-culture for longer than the decade that inspired it (with perhaps the best example, also mixing the 80s with horror and high-school – but no Christian demons – being the Netflix series Stranger Things). 

But then many musicals are based on well-known stories or tropes, as the point is, of course, the musical performances, which are high-energy, joyous and often hilarious.  Though the music is more functional than memorable, the choreography (by Director Rachel Klein) and the cast are firing on all cylinders, with great use made of the few props and set-pieces, some fun on-stage deaths, and everyone in the cast getting their turn in the spotlight (literally and figuratively) to show off their archetypes to their best advantage, both in song and laughs, and a cute love story to cap it all off.

A fun musical of Marlowe’s Mean Girls / Carrie’s Things (I’d say Carrie The Musical, but that is actually a thing), the show is a bad example of “be careful what you wish for”, with no unforeseen or unpleasant turns. If you like musicals, comedy, horror and high school stories, you’ll have a good time with this show, with no need to check for small print.

I Was A Teenage She Devil is running at the Space @ Niddry Street until the 22nd August. Tickets can be found at: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/i-was-a-teenage-she-devil

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 07th August 2025 North West End UK Rating: 4

The Real Housewives of The Zombie Apocalypse

at Greenside Riddles Court

Clydebuilt Theatre Company’s follow-up to their successful debut original musical, Vote Macbeth! from the 2022 and 2023 Fringes, The Real Housewives of The Zombie Apocalypse mixes the bitchy arguments and self-promotional soap-opera of trash TV  in with a good dose of undead, end-of-the-world shenanigans. When a zombie outbreak makes it into the House, our seven Housewives must deal with each other (well… maybe try to limit the infighting) to potentially save themselves, their sponsorship deals and, if they have time, discover what is going on.

  Complete with zombie outbreaks, bites, turns, cures, and conspiracy, the references to the classics of the genre most notably include The Evil Dead, with Sam Raimi getting name-checked several times and an appearance by Ash’s chainsaw hand. Reality TV and Sam Raimi are hardly known for their dramatic seriousness, and the show is exactly as campy as you’d expect from the title, with our seven housewives, presenters and zombies glorifying in the silliness, songs, transformations and deaths.

A fun and campy hour of living and dead mayhem, The Real Housewives of The Zombie Apocalypse delivers what it promises with strong characters, loving trashiness and a cunning mixture of lighting, masks and props to evoke The B-movie-est of apocalypses.

The Real Housewives of The Zombie Apocalypse is running at Greenside Riddles Court until the 16th August. Tickets can be found at: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/the-real-housewives-of-the-zombie-apocalypse

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 08th August 2025 North West End UK Rating: 4

Poe

at Theatre 2 at theSpace @ Surgeons’ Hall

Edgar Allan Poe’s death remains mysterious to this day. He was found delirious and ill in a tavern on 3rd October 1849 and was dead 4 days of later, of what has been suggested to have been anything from illness, suicide, murder, or even non-consensual electoral fraud gone wrong.

Devised by Leon Witcomb, (who also plays Shape 2 / Fortunato / Old Man / Doctor) Michael Ward (Shape 1/Servant/Policeman/Dr Moran) and Chris Bedford (Poe) uses Poe’s unusual final moments as a starting point, interspersing his final moments in with adaptations of several of his most famous tales. Versions of The Raven, The Cask of Amontillado, The Tell-Tale Heart, Murders In The Rue Morge and The Pit and the Pendulum become a collage of delirious memories, augmented by lights (strobe warning to the photosensitive), sound, projection, and the sweatiness that the Space Surgeon’s Hall prides itself on supplying every year.

As both the central character and the person who never leaves the stage (well, once, for 20 seconds), Bedford is at the centre of the show, bringing a strangeness and manic energy to the role that keeps the show engaging throughout, and he is well-supported by Witcomb and Ward, who make each of their characters distinct, from the humorous to the sinister. The tech is at times jarring and others hypnotic, at times a wall being built, cross-sections of a brain or the low drone that might drive you to kill someone and put their heart under the floorboards.

More than an anthology, this is a show which puts Poe, his work and their performance on an equal footing, presenting them in a new light which is sure to entertain even those who have experienced them before.

Poe is running at Theatre 2 at theSpace @ Surgeons’ Hall until the 16th August. Tickets can be found at: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/Poe

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 11th August 2025 North West End UK Rating: 5

War Horse

at the Festival Theatre.

Based on the 1982 novel by Michael Morpurgo which was later adapted into a film by Steven Spielberg in 2011, the show was adapted for the stage back in 2007, on which it has been more or less ever since (factoring in for Covid).

The eponymous War Horse is Joey, young farmer Albert’s beloved equine companion, who gets sold to the Cavalry and shipped to France in 1914 during mobilisation. Soon he and Albert who, despite being too young, followed him into war a few months, are caught up in enemy fire in No Man’s Land. Despite having followed Joey explicitly to find him, there seems little hope of reuniting, or even surviving the War that was meant to be over by Christmas.

Featuring life-sized horses by South Africa’s Handspring Puppet Company and projection on a tear-like screen by Nicol Scott and Ben Pearcy, War Horse is the ultimate example of how much can be done on-stage, effortlessly depicting farms peopled with animals, beach landings of soldiers and a No Man’s Land of cavalry charges, barbed wire and even a tank.

But if the scope of the War To End All Wars is present, so is its tragedy. Spectacle is worth little with heart, and War Horse has plenty, from the lovably expressed horses, (the two lead horses alone take a rotation of 13 puppeteers, to say nothing of the other animals and machines), to the underscoring music by Adrian Sutton and John Tams, sung by Sally Swanson, and the vivid lighting design by Rob Casey

And then, of course, there’s the cast, lead by Tom Sturgess as Albert, a vast group but one in which each has their moment and place on the vast canvas who’s background is a World War. They bring the human to the history, from its love and courage, to its frailty, cruelty and violence.

Part of the audience on the night I attended seemed to be school-groups and its easy to understand why. Straight-forward without being simple, educational without being cold and breathtaking without ever distracting from its heart, War Horse is one of those rare shows which is everything you have probably been told it is.

War Horse is running at the Festival Theatre until the 11th October. Tickets can be found at: https://www.capitaltheatres.com/shows/war-horse/

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 2nd October 2025 North West End UK Rating: 5

The Stories behind the 2025 “Edith Nesbit’s Ghost Stories” Tour

Edith Nesbit is probably better known today as the children’s author of The Railway Children and Five Children and It, but she wrote many other things too, including several dozen well-received horror novels and stories (which you can find out more about here). We have now adapted six of those stories for the stage, starting in 2023 when we did The Shadow In The Dark (co-produced with Noisy Ghost Entertainment), which adapted parts of Nesbit’s memories along with the two stories that gave the show its title, “The Shadow” and “In The Dark”.

The show did well (including getting a four-star review from NorthwestendUK, in which the reviewer said they were “in awe of Nesbit’s unique storytelling voice” and that “the team has done an excellent job of bringing these scary stories to the stage.”), so the following year we did The Ebony Frame, which sold out its entire run at the 2024 Edinburgh Horror Festival (we were unable to accommodate some late reviewer requests due to this). The Ebony Frame is now doing Grimfest in London this week and a performance in Edinburgh in November as part of our Edith Nesbit’s Ghost Stories Tour, along with our new show, The Lady In White. Together, these shows adapt four horror stories by Edith Nesbit, and now seemed a good opportunity to spotlight them.

The biggest story in our production of The Ebony Frame is, of course, the one the show is named after, ‘The Ebony Frame’. It’s a story about memory, fire and witchcraft, and was published in the October 1891 issue of Longman’s Magazine and later included in both of Nesbit’s contemporary horror anthologies, Grim Tales and Fear, along with the other two stories that form the basis of this show.

The second story is “From the Dead’ and revolves around betrayal and resurrection, while the third story, “Uncle Abraham’s Romance’, originally published in the 26 September 1891 issue of the Illustrated London News, is a ghost story set in a graveyard.

Many of Nesbit’s stories dealt with love, regret, second chances and life beyond death, and these stories are no exception, though they bring their own unique contributions through ghosts, satanic deals, resurrected bodies and possessed objects. Joining them together has meant combining a few characters and bringing out one story’s queer subtext, but going into additional details would mean spoilers so let us move on to our second show, The Lady In White, based on the story “The White Lady”.

Edith Nesbit’s “The White Lady” has a fascinating and somewhat cursed history. Firstly, it is probably Nesbit’s most comedic horror story, as it revolves around a young lady who cannot get married until she gets the approval of not only her fiancé’s family, but also their family ghost on Christmas Night. And secondly, like all Nesbit’s horror stories, it was doomed to be lost in the shadow of her more popular children’s stories, despite her horror fiction’s popular and critical acclaim.

But “The White Lady” still stands out in this forgotten history. Originally published in the 23rd December 1893 edition of Black And White Magazine, it was presumably published too late for inclusion in Nesbit’s first collection of Horror stories, Grim Tales, which had come out earlier that year, but it wouldn’t see publication in any of her subsequent non-horror anthologies, or her retitled and expanded horror anthology, Fear, in 1910, either.

It was consequently lost for over a century, until it was rediscovered by the editor and anthologist Johnny Mains, and republished in a new collection of Nesbit’s best horror fiction by Handheld Press, The House of Silence, in which it was a definite highpoint.

But the story’s bad luck did not run out there. The House of Silence would be one of the last book Handheld Press ever published, as they were forced to shut down shortly after its publication.

You can still find copies of the book online, and you can see our adaptations of The Ebony Frame in London (October 17-19) and Edinburgh (November 8); and The Lady In White, to our knowledge its first ever adaptation, live and live-streamed from the Edinburgh Horror Festival (October 23-26th). Details available at https://linktr.ee/ErstwhileMedia1.

Listening To An Audiobook Isn’t The Same As Reading (And That’s Okay)

I’m sure that many who saw the title are ready to call this able-ist, elitist or gate-keepish, so let me make one thing clear. “Not reading” isn’t the same as “cheating”. But they are different, and saying that they are the same does a disservice to the care that went into selecting the audiobook reader, as well as to the reader who has made a million performance choice in their delivery, impacting not only your enjoyment but also your response to the work (not to mention anyone involved in recording mixing and possibly adding music or SFX).

There are many books my sister and I quote to this day, copying the cadence of the reader who first introduced us to the story, as well as many made-up songs for which the music is, for me, the one made up by the performer or, whoever was responsible at the audiobook recording.

Different does not mean inferior, and anyone who says that is wrong, but “reading music” and “listening to music” clearly mean two very different things: if you showed up to a choir that required people who can sight-read, you would be entirely in the wrong to tell them that meant “bring headphones”.

And while this isn’t a world-altering example, we should respect what distinguishes different words, as the alternative only feeds into the post-truth, you-can’t-judge-what-I-said-because-I’ve-decided-it-meant-something-else hell-scape we live in.

And even if you don’t think that matters, with AI coming for so many jobs in the arts, let’s at least give some respect to the people who work on audiobooks, because they are not the writer, they are a part of the experience, and their expertise is worth acknowledging.

Oliver Giggins

Every Theatre Show I Reviewed in 2024

Below are all the reviews I wrote for Northwestend.com in 2024. (2023, 2022, 2021 and 2020 are also available)

These include Jekyll & Hyde, David Suchet: Poirot And More, L’Amour Du Risque, Peter Pan Goes Wrong, Don’t. Make. Tea, Dead Girls Rising, La Traviata, Twisted, Ghost Light, Faustus Project, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Suggestions of the Unexpected, Elizabeth I In Her Own Words, The Red Room, James Whale Beyond Frankenstein, Dusk, Boiler Room 6, #NoFilter, We Forgive You Patina Pataznik, Conspiracy and Ring That Bell.

Enjoy.

Jekyll and Hyde

at the Royal Lyceum Theatre.

This adaptation by Gary McNair of Robert Louis Stevenson’s novel, is keen to point to its source’s Edinburgh roots, though mostly through the programme and the lead (and only) actor’s Scottish accent. Unlike some recent productions of Great Expectations or Dracula however, it stops short of relocating the story to Scotland. But even the medium of a play represents a coming home of sorts: this story began with the true tale of furniture-maker and lock-breaker Deacon Brodie, about whom Louis Stevenson first co-wrote a play entitled Deacon Brodie, or The Double Life, though it was his later retooling of the idea of duality into the novella Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde which would find lasting success.

The story is well-known (spoilers) for its crucial dual role, which lead at least one actor to being suspected of being Jack The Ripper, so convincing was he in the part. Here this is further emphasised by every other role also being played by Forbes Masson, who ably differentiates the characters through body-language and positioning, juggling humour and drama as well he does the odd microphone and hat during conversations.

He is aided by stage designer Max Jones’s multi-tiered set which, as directed by Michael Fentiman, gives Masson space to move around, on and over, according to the needs of the story, with composer and sound designer Richard Hammarton’s work giving us the necessary transitions into the scary parts where Stevenson and McNair’s words are no longer enough.

Less successful is the work of Lighting Designer Richard Howell, which is effective in conjuring up a creepy door in LED, and adding depth and texture to the set and settings through the use of trusses either side of the stage, but less so in its adherence to the new fashion in modern mainstream horror theatre (2.22: A Ghost Story is another recent example) to just line the proscenium arch with LEDs and set them off in the audience’s faces every ten minutes.

Leaving aside the decision someone somewhere has apparently made to exclude photosensitive epileptics from supernatural theatre, it suggests someone felt the drama of the story needed shoring up. 2.22, for example, was a closed room supernatural drama which was transformed into a “horror play” by having lights flashing and loud noises every ten minutes (justified by being “fox noises” outside the building).

At one act, Jekyll and Hyde was shorter and therefore less structurally reliant on these moments to keep the audience engaged before the big pay-off at the end, but that doesn’t make its reliance on them better, only more unnecessary. The need they felt to bring up several times in the show (and once more in the program) the fact everyone knows the big twist going in suggests more insecurity than excitement about this being a well-known classic, as well as a misunderstanding of how suspense works, as famously illustrated by Alfred Hitchcock in his conversation with Francois Truffaut. Having information about a story isn’t a problem, that’s why people are coming to your show. Using information the audience has and the characters lack should be a source of tension, not something to avoid and replace with the theatrical equivalent to a jump-scare. This is not to say, of course, that all technology is evil and wrong, only to question the reliance on something sudden rather than organic, and something which lessens tension in its aftermath rather than building it.

Having said that, for anyone not sensitive to sudden lights, this will no doubt be a minor aspect of this well-directed, well-written and well-acted production of a classic tale which tells its tale economically and with good use of both humour and fear.

Jekyll and Hyde is running at the Lyceum until the 27th January. Tickets can be found at: https://lyceum.org.uk/events/jekyll-and-hyde#dates-and-times

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 16th January 2024 North West End UK Rating: 4

Original review available at: https://northwestend.com/jekyll-and-hyde-royal-lyceum-theatre/

David Suchet Poirot and More, A Retrospective

at the Festival Theatre.

At one point in this show David Suchet tells the audience the moment he knew he had to be an actor. He describes seeing the stage be prepared from the audience and having the epiphany that this was storytelling, that this was magic. If there was ever any doubt that David Suchet was a born storyteller, and there wasn’t, then this show proves it wrong. He has that magic.

Suchet has spent 25 years (or at least part of every one of them) playing Agatha Christie’s Belgian detective Hercule Poirot. His interpretation is widely judged to be the definitive version of the character, not only in its characterisation but also its scope, as the series covered all (or almost all, if we’re being pedantic) of the Poirot novels and short stories, and is said to always be on TV somewhere in the world every second of every day. This could well be judged enough to justify a show, but the “and more” of the title also carries itself. Over the course of an additional 30 years before, during and after Poirot, the Emmy award-winning actor has played such iconic roles such as Lady Bracknell,  Antonio Salieri, Augustus Mellmotte, Professor Moriarty  and Sigmund Freud.

The first half of the show takes us, guided by the questions of Geoffrey Wansell, through Suchet’s life from his first performances to his training and his most famous roles, thanks to anecdotes, on-screen photos and some stage props. Like a previous Poirot Peter Ustinov, Suchet is a born raconteur, jumping up to narrate or impersonate specific parts in and of his stories, and the show knows that less is more in terms of staging when we have him.

The second half of these shows is often where their individuality can lie. Some just continuing on with the interview, while others shake things up, with an audience Q&A for example. But Suchet is a born actor, and so we open with only a spot in the dark void of Peter Brook’s empty space, screen off, and a monologue from Peter Shaffer’s Amadeus, before a crash course in understanding and performing Shakespeare illustrated with monologues from Oberon from Midsummer Night’s Dream, Caliban from The Tempest, Macbeth from some unknown play, and Sonnet 130 from… oh, what were they called? Ah yes, Shakespeare’s Limericks.

Attempts to demystify Shakespeare are always appreciated in a country where schools seem to go out of their way to make him sound difficult and boring, and Suchet is clearly aware of that, keeping things light, clear and concise. Suchet is at pains to underline that he always works in the service of “his” writer, be he/she alive or dead (though most often, he says, they are dead). This process has clearly played its part in the development and success of his Poirot, to which we return near the end, almost like a rock star’s encore often had their biggest hit, with the process to develop the physicality of Poirot, around some final questions from Wansell.

As devised by Suchet in collaboration with Liza McLean, and wife Sheila Suchet, and with structure and interplay provided by Wansell, a friend of Suchet’s for 30 years, the retrospective is polished, with the storytelling matching the calibre of the performer and the contents hitting all the areas a fan would want with honesty, humour and depth. Poirot? Yes. More? Also yes.

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 26th January 2024 North West End UK Rating: 5

Original review available at: https://northwestend.com/david-suchet-poirot-and-more-a-retrospective-festival-theatre/

L’Amour Du Risque

at Manipulate Festival.

In this show by Compagnie Bakélite, a man (show creator Olivier Rannou) is served dinner by a collection of automatised vacuum cleaners piloted off-stage by Morien Nolot. Covered in small tables equipped with everything you need for a meal, including romantic music, tablecloths, a candle and a surplus of spoons, these vacuum actors roam around the lined stage with a mixture of robotic awkwardness and occasional personality, bumping into some objects and ignoring others in their mechanical pursuit of simple functionality.

The result is a comedic and hypnotic mix of Jacques Tati and a Pixar short. We watch as these vacuum cleaners struggle with their restaurant jobs, sometimes cleverly, sometimes not, and sometimes both, under Rannou’s constant but mostly non-judgemental gaze. As the customer, he only gets to intervene when things happen in the wrong order, and by the end of the meal is little more than a paying spectator like the rest of the audience.

The show lives up to its ridiculous idea of a “ballet for robot vacuum cleaners” and, at little over half an hour, knows exactly how far to stretch this novel premise. The dexterity required to make two vacuum cleaners light a match and candle gets applause, the logistics of serving wine get a laugh, and the whole stage ends up a huge mess by the end, with food and drink wiped into the stage by a group of now non-functional hoovers. A fun and clever exploration of a silly but challenging idea, it does exactly what it says on the tin, leaving us, unlike our silent audience stand-in, nothing to complain about.

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 3rd February 2024 North West End UK Rating: 5

Original review available at: https://northwestend.com/lamour-du-risque-manipulate-festival/

Peter Pan Goes Wrong

at the Edinburgh Playhouse.

Mischief (here working with Kenny Wax Ltd and Stage Presence Ltd) is the multi award-winning company responsible for the very popular The Play That Goes Wrong, and its many conceptual spin-offs. These include the BBC One television series The Goes Wrong ShowMind Mangler – Member of the Tragic Circle, Magic Goes Wrong, Mischief Movie Night and, of course, this evening’s Peter Pan Goes Wrong, which was directed by Adam Meggido, with help from Associate Director Fred Gray.

Like many of their shows, the concept is as complicated as the title. The ‘Cornley Drama Society’ (Jake Burgum (Trevor the Stage Manager ), Jean-Luke Worrell (Francis the Narrator), Ciara Morris (Sandra / Wendy), Theo Toksvig-Stewart (Max / Michael), Clark Devlin (Dennis / John), Jamie Birkett (Annie / Tinkerbell), Gareth Tempest (Jonathan / Peter Pan) and Rosemarie Akwafo (Lucy / Tootles)) are putting on a production of Peter Pan, lead by its two directorsJack Michael Stacey (Chris/ Captain Hook) and Matthew Howell (Robert / Nana)But before the curtain has even gone up, they have already battled through interpersonal drama, professional and unprofessional differences, and technical issues, and it just goes downhill from there.

The potential for a Peter Pan show – itself a play relying on doubling-up and audience interaction before it even was a book – to go wrong is obvious. One associates the show with multiple exciting locations (set designed here by Simon Scullion), colourful characters too numerous for a practical cast number (here costumed by Roberto Surace) and, for the more panto-y tradition (a source of contention for the in-story directors) elaborate song and dance numbers, not to mention multiple characters needing to fly and fight, sometimes at the same time.

The script, by the Mischief writing trio Henry Lewis, Jonathan Sayer and Henry Shields, takes full advantage of the possibilities offered by flying stunts, revolving sets and electrical effects, not to mention musical moments, for which Richard Baker and Rob Falconer have written original numbers. If Noises Off was the farcical approach to this concept, this is the Tom-Cruise-Does-His-Own-Stunts version, with actors on fire, bashing into sets upside down several meters off the stage, or seemingly missing being crushed by centimetres. The cast is uniformly great, each providing their own distinctive voice to the group and energetically committed to the gags and tightly rehearsed stunts.

Peter Pan Goes Wrong is a great addition to the “goes wrong” genre, combining traditional slapstick and the pantomime tradition with modern technology and post-modern deconstruction for a hilarious package. The commitment to the concept spreads in every direction, with last minute running around happening as the audience comes in to take their seats, audio issues and light glitches during the interval and exit music (thanks to the lighting by Matt Haskins and sound by Ella Wahlström), and the programme containing in-character pieces from the obnoxious cast and crew. It takes more than belief to make a show work, but this one can definitely fly.

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 27th February 2024 North West End UK Rating: 5

Peter Pan Goes Wrong is running at the Edinburgh Playhouse until the 2nd March 2024. Tickets are available at: https://www.atgtickets.com/shows/peter-pan-goes-wrong/edinburgh-playhouse/

Don’t. Make. Tea.

at the Traverse.

In a near future in which government attitudes to disability have supposedly been revolutionised, Chris (Gillian Dean), a former police detective now facing a deteriorating condition, receives a visit from Ralph (Neil John Gibson) to “check” whether she is indeed entitled to benefits. But their competing agendas are clearly mutually exclusive: if displays and white lies are not enough, then how far must Chris go to get what she needs?

A dark comedy written by Rob Drummond and directed by Robert Softley Gale, Don’t. Make. Tea. tackles many of the issues of current attitudes towards disability.

As with many stories set in the future, the applicability is clearly in the here and now rather than the impossible. Many of Ralph’s slogans, repetitions and little tricks clearly struck a cord with the audience, with responses suggesting not only sympathy but also recognition of Chris’s plight. When the more thriller aspects of the show take over, these subjects only become more overt, thanks to the character of Jude (Nicola Chegwin) whose very name is a wry joke on a symbol which contrasts with its outlook. As both a wheelchair-user and a powerful figure of the new system, through her the show can directly question her attitudes without ever twirling-moustache-strawman her, Ralph having already sufficiently awoken the sense of injustice and hypocrisy of the system Jude looks after and defends.

The show takes its ethos on accessibility right into its format. All performances are captioned, with BSL interpretation and audio description integrated into the script. It’s a tired cliché these days to call an important aspect of a show that isn’t an actor (isn’t that… most of them?) “almost a character in the show”, but here the audio description and sign language features are literal characters in the show. They go from references in dialogue to flesh-and-blood human beings, Francis and Able, played by the motherly Emery Hunter and Richard Conlon (if Robin Williams played an Alexa), who interact with the lead. This makes becoming in itself a display of inclusivity that contrasts with Ralph’s empty words, and a call for compassion echoed even by the songs playing over the audience’s entrance and interval.

Of course, this also gives Chris people to interact with in moments of solitude, a dramatic device in-of-itself which allows for added layers of humour and communication during dramatic moments. The entire cast play both aspects beautifully, Gillian Dean being both sympathetic and strong as a woman driven to her limit, Neil John Gibson as the often-punshable but human face of a deeply flawed and dishonest system, Emery Hunter juggling (almost literally) the needs to convey the entire show while also being a part of it physically and emotionally, Richard Conlon as an Alexa played (metaphorically) by Robin Williams, and Nicola Chegwin as the show’s added fly-in-the-ointment.

The show’s marriage of theme and plot adds to the appeal of the show, and gets the audience fully involved in the plight of the characters as events become increasingly desperate and darkly farcical. The sloganeering is Ralph’s, not the show’s, and the audience’s response is emotional, as it should be. To say it is more than a dark comedy would be reductive. In fact, it is a very good dark comedy you might get something else out of too.

Don’t. Make. Tea is running at the Traverse until the 22nd March. Tickets can be found at: https://www.traverse.co.uk/book?id=244602

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 21st March 2024 North West End UK Rating: 5

Dead Girls Rising

at the Traverse.

The play opens in media res in a dark forest. At a pivotal moment in their lives, Katie (Helen Reuben) and Hannah (Angelina Chudi) accidentally summon The Furies Tisiphone (Izzy Neish), Magaera (Zoe West) and Alecto (Rebecca Levy), the Greek goddesses of justice. A life-time’s obsession with murder (one in particular, literally close to home) has brought with it consequences and the two young women might need help. We follow them through a series of moments from childhood to adulthood, themed by reasons women and girls learn to fear men (here played by the cast in masks and androgynous/Michael Myers boiler suits) and linked with Riot Grrl-inspired punk songs written by Anya Pearson and performed by the Furies (plus drummer).

At the start, the audience might get a bit caught in the middle of the mix of theatre and punk music, as one tends to call for quiet sitting in the dark and the other for loud interaction in the glare, and one wonders if the audience reaction is the same in the traditional theatres and the community spaces and gig venues which the tour also goes to. However this space in between is where this Hull-based company Silent Uproar (here producing in association with Hull Truck Theatre) operates, dedicated as they are to creating “fun nights out to engage a younger, funkier, and punkier crowd” with “relevant, daring, and bold stories”.

Written by Maureen Lennon and co-directed by Ruby Clarke and Alex Mitchell, Dead Girls Rising is definitely relevant, daring and bold. Managing to tackle many different areas in 100 minutes, it pulls on everything from Greek mythology to true crime podcasts to cover as many facets as possible of the topic of violence against women and girls and plays with its equally diverse audience, seemingly relishing the reactions they must be eliciting from the male portion of the audience before bringing everything together in the second half.

The cast and live band are uniformly excellent, keeping the energy high while balancing some very different tones and sequences, with the set (designed by Lizzy Leach), lighting (by Adam Foley) and sound (by XANA) hitting a good mix between the murky and the brightly-coloured between the spoken and sung. A highly memorable and hard-hitting show that deserves to be seen.

Dead Girls Rising is running at the Traverse until the 23rd May. Tickets can be found at: https://www.traverse.co.uk/whats-on/event/dead-girls-rising-spring-24

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 21st May 2024 North West End UK Rating: 5

La Traviata

at the Festival Theatre

It is an under-reported fact that the 2001 Baz Luhrman jukebox musical Moulin Rouge is an adaptation of 1853 Verdi opera La Traviata, itself an adaptation of the 1848 novel La Dame aux Camelias, the most famous (and autobiographical) work of Alexandre Dumas Fils (son of the more well-known creator of the Three Musketeers). All three works take place in Paris and, in all three, a famous courtesan (here Hye-Youn Lee as Violetta Valery) with consumption falls in love with an idealistic young man (here Ji-Min Park as Alfredo Germont) with a disapproving father (Giorgio Germont as Phillip Rhodes). She then forsakes all others until convinced to leave him by a father figure, which she does reluctantly with a lie, for an aristocrat (either a Count, a duke, or here Baron Douphol, played by Nicholas Lester) who threatens her lover’s life. Said lover, once spurned, publicly throws money at her in “payment” for their time together, and the two are reconciled only for her to die of the aforementioned secret lung disease.
Maybe these are spoilers, but then all three of these stories are between 176 and 23 years old, and must therefore be considered beyond spoilers. The version currently on stage at the Edinburgh Festival Theatre evidently believes so, as it takes place entirely on the cracked marble tombstone of its female protagonist.

The production was first staged in 2008 by director Sir David McVicar, who was able to advise the rehearsals for this revival, directed by Leo Castaldi. Jennifer Tipton’s lighting is here revived by Robert B Dickson, most strikingly in the corridor of light through which Violetta exits at the end of Act II.
Having not seen the 2008 version, I cannot comment on this one’s faithfulness, or how advised that would be, outside of this production’s evident success in its own right. This story offers certain pitfalls in this day and age, when the concept of a “Fallen Woman” – the literal translation of La Traviata – who finishes her story with a painful death, would raise eyebrows in a modern context, as it did the opposite way in the 1850s (“How daaaare you speak about prostitutes!”).

However the production and text is sympathetic to its lead (as is, even, the disapproving father figure) and the two main actors manoeuvre skilfully through the emotional and musical changes of this doomed whirlwind romance. The rest of the cast is also made good use of, even when they are not technically part of the action, thanks to the transparent back wall through which we can glimpse the dinner parties and balls which form the backdrop of this intimate yet public love story; the latter aspect of which is emphasised here with a bedroom set for Act II scene 1, which cleverly vanishes during the scene. Tanya McCallin’s set is a perfect backdrop to all these scenes, providing luxurious openness, privacy or tragedy with relatively subtle changes.

Thanks to all these elements, the production, advertised as 2 hours and 50 minutes (including two intermissions and, amusingly, one “short pause”) flew by, amply demonstrating why this story and music has survived into its third century and why it is so beloved by both artists and audiences. Marie Duplessis, the inspiration of LA Dames Aux Camelias and its author’s lover, is said to have requested a weak lock upon her coffin as she always felt she would come back to life. Thanks to productions like this, in a way, she does.

La Traviata is running at the Festival Theatre 7, 11, 13 & 15 June 2024, 7.15pm, 9 June 2024, 3pm (Matinee) . Tickets can be found at: https://www.capitaltheatres.com/whats-on/all-shows/scottish-opera-la-traviata/2218

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 7th June 2024 North West End UK Rating: 5

Twisted

at Cre8 Theatre, Edinburgh College.

Twisted is a retelling of Disney’s Aladdin from the point of view of that cartoon’s villain, Jafar (Fionn Cameron/Oliver Payn on alternating nights), portrayed here as a well-meaning public servant struggling to deal with his tragic backstoryTM with Sherrazade (Cosette Bolt), and to fix the Magic Kingdom’s (an amalgamation of Disney and Agrabah) issues, including its incompetent Sultan (Mitch Gardiner), immature princess (Mhairi Goodwin/Heather Richardson), criminal dude-bro Aladdin (Calum Philp/Orla Bayne) and belligerent neighbour Prince Achmed (Darren Walls).

Unsurprisingly, much of the comedy is built around the Disney version of the tale. Quotes from song lyrics from the original film are peppered throughout the dialogue, scenes from the cartoon are comedically described to have happened offstage, and gentle jabs at such elements as Robin Williams’ humour depending on pop culture references abound. Disney being its own brand, it is perhaps unsurprising that the expected knowledge also encompasses Disney as a whole, with parodies of songs (played here by a live band, which is always appreciated) from many different Disney cartoons, a library set of books whose only link is Disney adaptations/films, and plentiful references to the history of Disney, such as the fraught distribution deal with the land of Pixar, the supposed sexual Easter eggs in the films or the firing of all the 2d animators.

At times, the show seems somewhat hamstrung by its loyalty to the Disney film, changing elements where it needs to but also bending over backwards to explain other bits from the film it could have just ignored. The inclusion of other Disney villains in one song would suggest a revisionist take on the material which is ultimately not followed through enough to be truly effective.

However this is really just good-natured, energetic fun, taking a look at a childhood story through another, more adult lens (in both the thematic and somewhat ruder sense) in a funny, revisionist way. (The jabs at the genie’s humour depending on pop culture references even tie into the ending of the show). The cast clearly relish each moment, with Heather Richardson shining as the bratty princess (ironically, a more faithful adaptation of Howard Ashman’s original version of Aladdin), Orla Bayne bringing a perverted Bill & Ted energy to Aladdin, Indrid Heron making full use of the Past Vizier’s few minutes onstage and Cosette Bolt’s sweetness giving the love-story its required weight, while Oliver Payn keeps the show together as the reluctant master of ceremonies to all the insanity. It’s fun for all the family, though not at every age/stage.

Twisted is running at the Cre8 Theatre 25-29 June 2024 . Tickets can be found at: https://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/6295024

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 25th June 2024 North West End UK Rating: 4

GHOST LIGHT

At the Space @ Niddrie St

In 1865’s London, aspiring author Henry Webster befriends Edward Price at the local Ghost Club. The latter tells Henry about a real haunting at a nearby lodging-house, where the ghosts of two young children apparently wander the house in search of light… The two men decide to investigate.

Orange Works’ Ghost Light is a classic ghost story, being set in Victorian England, including candlelight wanderings, ghostly children’s chants and vengeful spirits. It even name-checks the most famous ghost-story writer of the era, Charles Dickens (well, at least for A Christmas Carol and The Signalman). This gives the production a somewhat predictable quality, though not entirety in a negative way: these tropes are classics for a reason, and the cast are good-storytellers, their voices being vital components since the production is almost entirely lit by lantern-light, in another bold move.

Unfortunately they are let down by the handling of the malevolent paranormal entity, with an attempt at tying him into a pre-existing legend feeling forced and inconsequential, and his closing moment not having the desired effect due partly, and ironically, to ghost lights. Doing the Fringe is a gamble due to limited time in the performance space beforehand, and one feels that the production was expecting parts of the show to be entirely shrouded in a forgiving darkness which, thanks to significant light bleed from such things as fire exit signs, wasn’t the case, adding awkwardness to several scenes, mostly in the climax. One hopes some of this may be corrected for future performances, though the health and safety angle might place the onus on the blocking of the show rather than a more convenient light-switch.

Its cast and lanternlight staging add flavour to Ghost Light’s classic ghost theatre trappings, however these are not enough to elevate it beyond its tropes. The advertising asks “Why would a ghost be afraid of the dark?”. It’s an intriguing question, but fear is an irrational reaction which the villain and staging were better at evoking than provoking.

Ghost Light is running at the Space @ Niddrie Street until the 17th  August (not 11th). Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/ghost-light

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 5th August 2024 North West End UK Rating: 3

The Faustus Project

At the C Arts C Alto Studio 

Doctor Faustus is universally known as the man who sold his soul to the devil, and that basically sums up the play by Christopher Marlowe. Remembered as a scholar and a rebel, Marlowe’s play is actually quite reactionary, very much boiling down to, between patriotic swipes at the papacy, “I want knowledge, consequences be banned! “No, don’t have knowledge, you’ll be damned!”, “oh no I had knowledge but now I’m damned!’, like the College Humour Ye Old Black Mirror sketch played straight.

As such, it seems a good frame to riff off of, which Half Trick Theatre have done by casting a new actor in the main role each night with no knowledge of the show, with all the comedic opportunities for embarrassment and confusion that offers.

The secret to all these shows is the cast themselves, who must deliver performances while dealing with whatever happens on the night and giving the Faustus Stand-in as much rope as possible to hang themselves with, and the cast here is universally good. Their energy is high, their gymnastics are impressive and their delivery, studied and adlibed, is strong. Several of the added set-pieces work very well, such as the aforementioned pope scene, which here becomes a series of pie in the face gags.

Less effective is a Jackass style undercurrent to some of the humour. Something like “importance of Being Earnest??”, to reference another fringe show with a similar conceit, gives their “performers” clear characters they can exploit when things go wrong, and replacing more and more performers gives the show a rising action, while something like Shitfaced Shakespeare shows the Disruptive element is clearly having fun and is just a problem the rest of the cast has to work around. Now, I’d like to think I’m as much fun as the next person – actually that’s not true, I fully accept I’m the most boring person alive – but when a show gets to the point where a third of the audience are chanting “kill it! Kill it!” to pressure someone into genuinely beating a living creature to death with a mallet, it might be time to say that maybe some fun shouldn’t be had.

I’m sure many would argue that the fact the death is of a large insect makes it fine, yet I would say that few shows deserve a body count, especially not one a night. This deliberate attempt to provoke a less good-natured discomfort colours other gags too, such as when the Faustus is made to think they are involved in a trust exercise gone wrong, or involved in a judo move seemingly without warning. And whereas many of these shows carefully limit the stage time of their victim and give their main cast the brunt of the action, here it is placed upon someone reading Elizabethan verse for the first time, which is itself a challenge to keep fresh and entertaining over 80 minutes entirely spontaneously.Though it is clear the Faustus has been given a safe word to use – and used it was, twice, when the insect had to be killed and then eaten by them-

 it still seemed like there was a lot more pressure on the Faustus to be “game” than in most other shows of this nature, and the cast’s “all in” attitude could have been better served as a first resource rather than a last resort. And while some gags and the cast worked well, the show, like Faustus, might have benefited from more humanity and less devilry.

The Faustus Project is running at C Arts C Alto studio Aug 9, 11, 13, 15, 17, 21, 23, 25. Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/faustus-project

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 7th August 2024 North West End UK Rating: 2

The Picture of Dorian Gray

At The Space On The Mile

Oscar Wilde’s famous novel (commissioned 125 years ago this month as it happens, during the same dinner that brought back Sherlock Holmes for his second novel) is, in case you didn’t know, about a man who gives up his soul to have his portrait age instead of him. It is presented here in a new adaptation curtesy of ETC theatre company, promising “a fast-paced adaptation featuring music, slapstick and plenty of Wildean wit”.

While I’m not sure I’d agree with the last part of that description outside of the lines plucked straight from the novel – can anything be called Wildean when it includes dancing to Abba and Robbie Williams? – the first two are indeed here in buckets and the show is a joyously silly farce from beginning to end which had its audience laughing throughout.

Playing up the gay subtext for all its worth with an all-female cast playing all the (mostly male) parts, the show makes good use of its sound, lighting and even the occasional prop malfunction to great comedic effect, committing 110% to the cartoonish characters and silly moments to great success. While this wouldn’t be the most accurate introduction to Wilde or the original gothic story about vice and appearance, it is a great hour’s entertainment thanks to its stellar cast and humour.

The Picture of Dorian Gray is running at The Space On The Mile until August 10th. Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/picture-of-dorian-gray

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 9th August 2024 North West End UK Rating: 4

Suggestions of the Unexpected – The Space @ Surgeon’s Hall

The creators of Any Suggestions, Doctor? The Improvised Doctor Who Parody (who are also called Any Suggestions) return after a limited 2023 Fringe run with their improvised anthology in the style of The Twilight Zone, Black Mirror, or whatever that Roald Dahl TV series was called.

With three tales mixing the supernatural and the morality tale – always with humour of course – there is much variety on show, and being a show that changes every night, this is one of the rare occasions when I can illustrate my point without fear of spoilers. On the night I attended, the stories we saw involved an AI (kind of) taking over the world, witchcraft to win a tiddlywinks championship, and a pheasant infestation in an ancestral manor, all based on answers to questions asked of the audience by the host, The Promise Keeper, ably played by Matthew Stallworthy.

The nature of improv is that you don’t know what will happen next and every part will be different, but each member of the cast, Lewis Dunn( also a producer), Louise Jones, James Gamblin and Charles Dean (also the director) got to shine in at least one story. Overall the show was a fun play on short-form moralistic sci/fi fantasy by a solid cast of improvisers. If you like what it says on the tin/poster, you’ll enjoy what you find inside.

Suggestions of the Unexpected is running at The Space @ Surgeon’s Hall until August 24th (except 11th). Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/suggestions-of-the-unexpected-an-improvised-horror-anthology

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins

Reviewed: 9th August 2024

North West End UK Rating: 3

The Red Room – Greenside Riddles Court.

The infamous red room of Lorraine Castle is said to be haunted, and has seen the deaths of several people. But our protagonist (Ellie Ball) is a sceptic and, despite the warnings from the 3 castle inhabitants, has decided to spend the night in the room, alone. Or is she…?

The Red Room was adapted from a story by HG Wells (writer of The War of The Worlds, The Invisible Man, and The Time Machine, amongst others) by the performer’s sister Charlotte Ball. It’s told entirely from the point of view of the protagonist and on that single night (with a few semi-flashbacks through tellings of what happened to previous occupants), with only the performer, a torch and a covered mirror in the corner.

Ball is an energetic and likable performer, bringing both urgency and the occasional moment of humour to her performance. The script, though possibly overly faithful occasionally in its descriptions of actions the performer is doing at the time entirely coherently, lends itself well to the medium and venue, with the location being kept fresh through some effective lighting and sound changes.

The team has effectively brought to life this closed-room spooky story, using their time and space well to adeptly tell an old-fashioned (if less-well known) horror tale by a classic writer.

The Red Room is running at Greenside Riddles Court until August 17th. Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/red-room

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins

Reviewed: 14th August 2024

North West End UK Rating: 4

James Whale: Beyond Frankenstein – Zoo Southside.

James Whale is remembered today – if he is remembered at all in the mainstream – as the director of the two best classic Universal Frankenstein films Frankenstein (1931) and Bride of Frankenstein (1935), as well as The Invisible Man (1933) and, if we’re feeling really fancy, The Old Dark House (1933). However, these were only part of a much longer career, one which saw a small-town English boy become a major Hollywood director in a time in which his homosexuality was illegal and his themes increasingly scrutinised under the Hayes Code.

Written and performed by Tim Larkfield, this one-man show eschews the straightforward approach of having Whale be that one man, telling his own life story, in favour of a series of snapshots from the perspectives of a collection of professional and personal connections from his life. Whale becomes an interviewee, scene partner or unseen subject as Larkfield jumps from partners, to film technicians to family members in quick succession.

It’s an ambitious approach, but one that succeeds. What the play loses in terms of a deep connection to Whale it makes up for with a quick, filmic pace, with Larkfield’s versatile performance, sound and lighting and a single chair (and, of course, a clear script) providing us with all the necessary context for each sequence, and even some lovingly recreated performances from the films.

It’s a tough needle to thread, especially with a show selling itself on the premise of getting you in to discover more about a name you recognise, but Larkfield holds it all together, providing an always entertaining and educational hour that manages to cover most of the facets of the man in under an hour with humour, horror and sympathy for his life, death and work. As more than a dramatised character lecture, this should offer something to both the curious and the informed on this legendary horror (amongst other things) film-maker.

James Whale: Beyond Frankenstein is running at Zoo Southside Studio until August 25th (except 19th). Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/james-whale-beyond-frankenstein

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins

Reviewed: 15th August 2024

North West End UK Rating: 5

Dusk: A Bite-Size Celebration – Greenside @ George Street.

2023’s Fringe sell-out Twilight parody, Dusk: A Bite-Size Love Story, returns in a shorter one-hour format as the “roasting of Edwin and Bea”, a collection of highlights from the 2023 show (and, by extension, of the most famous moments from the Twilight franchise), linked together by the couple’s daughter Regina (or Renesmee in the Sacred Texts).

To anyone not still living the green-tinged mouth-breathing life, this might be a little confusing as the show definitely expects you to know who everyone is – or rather, who everyone is replacing – but clearly this was not an issue for the audience of (mostly) twilight fans, who were howling with laughter throughout.

All the more well-known aspects get skewered. One Bea’s performance (there is more than one: we all need stunt doubles) is 60% lip-biting and manages to be both very-over-the-top and very recognisably Kristen Stewart-y, and there is sparkly skin, while the depression chair song (parodying the montage from New Moon) might be the best part of the show. More niche is stuff like the Charlie-Carlisle romance: was/is that a major ship? The show also makes good use of projection for backdrops and some extra scenes and montages.

Some nicely choreographed musical numbers and a suitably hammy (or is that not vegi-vampire enough?) cast make this silly love letter a show that no twilight fan will want to miss.

Dusk: A Bite-Size Celebration is running at Greenside @ George Street until August 24th (not 18th). Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/dusk-a-bite-size-celebration

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins

Reviewed: 15th August 2024

North West End UK Rating: 4

Boiler Room 6: A Titanic Story – Greenside @ George Street.

Stories of the Titanic’s crew are comparatively rare in popular retellings of the sinking. We remember the opulence of First Class and the tragedy of Third class (and the most famous fictional retellings try to mix both), but underneath the boat-deck, there was a crew that did everything to slow the ingress of freezing water and keep the lights on for the evacuation going on up ahead, and it was this crew that had the lowest survival rate of anyone on the ship.

Written and directed by Tom Foreman, Boiler Room Six tells the story of one such worker, and survivor, stoker Frederick Barrett (played here by Max Beken), who made it out of the flooding of the titular Boiler Room 6, was involved in the desperate and potentially ship-saving attempt to save Boiler Room 5 and several more dramatic fixtures of the Titanic legend. 

The story of the Titanic is one of legend, and Foreman’s script perfectly condenses it to a one-man telling for a simple stage, with lights, sound and Beken’s dirty face and wet clothes vividly bringing the location to life. Beken’s performance is masterful, jumping in and out of characters with ease and never letting up on the urgency and tragedy of the situation, making it a titanic story in more ways than one. There are many reasons why the story of the Titanic lives on, and most of them can be found in this one-hour, one-man Fringe play.

Boiler Room 6: A Titanic Story is running at Greenside @ George Street until August 24th. Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/boiler-room-six-a-titanic-story

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins

Reviewed: 16th August 2024

North West End UK Rating: 5

#NoFilter – Greenside @ George Street.

Based on real stories gathered from conversations and social media, new musical #NoFilter follows three duos and the effects social media has on their lives and relationships. One pair are friends, Sina (Jamie Douglas-Turner), who runs an OnlyFans, and Ember (Vincenzo Dipasquale), who links us with the next two couples, Pandora (Eva-Marie Blaire) & Candor (Sirus Desnoes), and Savannah (Natalie Gray) & King (Aaron Andrews). The former’s relationship is defined by social media, having started on Tinder and seemingly fallen apart through Instagram, while the latter’s was formed in person.

Dipasquale’s Ember is the glue of the show, linking not only the characters but also stories and numbers through his narration, and Dipasquale’s likable performance helps paper over some narrative cracks. Despite the diverse stories and characters on display, Jack Storm’s book feels unfocused, perhaps due to an uncritical look at the “true stories” prioritising reporting over significance.

However, the lyrics (also by Storm) and pop-rock score by Daniel Ruffing are well done and energetically brought to life by the talented leads and ensemble. The accompanying choreography, often done in clinical white, faces lit up by the LED screens of the characters’ phones, also keeps the show propelling forwards. As such, its ambition and talented cast make #NoFilter an energetic and fun addition to the musical genre.

#NoFilter is running at Greenside @ George Street until August 24th (not 18th). Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/nofilter

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins

Reviewed: 16th August 2024

North West End UK Rating: 4

We Forgive You, Patina Pataznik – Gilded Ballon Patter House.

Jake (Jake Glanc) and Liv (Olivia McLeod) go to their High School Reunion maybe partly, totally not entirely, because of Patina Pataznik, the popular, totally gorgeous girl from their year who totally ruined their lives by doing one socially embarrassing thing when they were 13. So when they time travel back to that day, it’s obvious what they have to do: get a gun and kill Patina Pataznik.

While this may seem a camp time-travel horror-comedy, the plot is really a roadmap the show has no issue detouring from for various wacky sketches. While this might seem a waste of a good (albeit more filmic than theatrical) premise, McLeod and Jake’s campy delivery and absurd sense of humour (as well as some handy and inventive props, the over-the-top sound and lighting design) keep this a consistently interesting, hilarious and energetic show, whether it is being what I described above, an alternate split-second life, a french road film, or something else entirely.

More of a showcase of ideas and for its creators, We Forgive You, Patina Pataznik offers the best of the Fringe with a short, bonkers show bursting with ideas and humour that knows how to play to its strength and never outstays its welcome.

We Forgive You, Patina Pataznik is running at Gilded Balloon Patter Hoose until August 26th. Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/we-forgive-you-patina-pataznik

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins

Reviewed: 18th August 2024

North West End UK Rating: 4

Conspiracy – Hill Street Theatre.

Conspiracy is the story of the 1942 Wannsee Conference, the secret 90 minute-meeting chaired by the SS which put in place the Final Solution, responsible for the deaths of at least 6 million Jews (as well as some other groups). This stage version by Strawmoddie and RFT, a remount of their 2018 production, was adapted from the 2001 TV film of the same name, itself adapting the authentic script taken from the only surviving transcript from the meeting.

Following in the steps of the HBO film is no mean feat. Its cast included Colin Firth, David Threlfall, Kenneth Branagh, and Stanley Tucci, the latter two of which won a Primetime Emmy Award and a Golden Globe Award respectively. However the point of the story is to put you into the room of the most evil “this could have been an email” office meeting in history, and this stage production therefore has the advantage of being able to literally put you in the same room as these people, filing in as you do between two sets of chairs, one around tables for the conference, and the other in lines for the audience.

Before we even start, we can see the clear attention paid to everything, from the more relatable food platters and stationary to the more historical uniforms, and after we are joined by the cast we continue to see this attention to reality, with both the TV origins and the reality of the situation respected through the snippets of conversation that come to us over the overall mutterings of the Nazi socialising.

The cast is uniformly (oh no, a pun) good, each a clear human being with a job, while also clearly being… well, who history has correctly judged them to be. The two halves are clearly in evidence, for example, in Heydrich’s musings on a peaceful retirement interspersing his one-track obsession with genocide.

It was at the trial of Adolf Eichman – present here, of course – that the phrase “the banality of evil” was first coined, and its meaning is clearly in evidence here, albeit brought enthrallingly to life by Strawmoddie and RFT. Decades of over-exposure in comedies and pulp entertainment have sometimes made it difficult to recognise this evil in the act, and Conspiracy is an important reminder that it is done by people, with deniability, rules, purpose, and sometimes even shame, but done none the less.

Conspiracy is running at Hill Street Theatre until August 25th. Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/conspiracy

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins

Reviewed: 18th August 2024

North West End UK Rating: 5

Ring That Bell! – The Space on The Mile.

Fallen angels Lucy (Grace Baker) and Bubs (Eleanor Tate) are here to direct you, dead person so in denial you think you might be at a Fringe show, to your assigned circle of Hell, which might be the ring of (actual) fire, the billionaire ball pit, the circle jerk or the cone of shame.  But as the presentation unfolds, Lucy and Bubs’ mutual resentment bub-bles (geddit) to the surface as they confront their conflicting views on the events of their fall, not to mention the soul that they let turn into goo that they almost definitely shouldn’t have.

Part of playwright Kira Mason’s inspiration for the show was about responding to heteronormative models of paradise and about the focus on punishing and excluding those we categorise as unworthy, and the play definitely has a Miltonian “better to reign in hell than serve in Heaven” attitude, albeit one that includes Vanilla Ice, condoms, and anti-cat propaganda, though this angle feels somewhat underdeveloped where it pertains to its protagonists.

Baker and Tate are an endearing double-act, one with a cheery customer service attitude hiding a more hellish bent, and the other with a more deadpan fury, counterintuitively due to her more heavenly persuasion. Their personalities are clearly delineated and their comic banter and physical humour consistently good.

In director Matthew Attwood’s hands, Ring That Bell is an enjoyably comedic turn around hell that, much like its fallen angel Lucy, knows how to keep things fun, even when facing the hardships of a broken kettle.

Ring That Bell is running at The Space on The Mile until August 24th. Tickets can be found at: https://tickets.edfringe.com/whats-on/ring-that-bell

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins

Reviewed: 21st August 2024

North West End UK Rating: 4

The Brenda Line

at the Traverse Theatre

Inspired by the lesser-known history of the Samaritans in the 1970s and ’80s, The Brenda Line is about Karen (Charlotte Grayson) and Anne (Fiona Bruce), a new-start and an old-hand during their first Samaritans night-shift together. Both are there to answer the phone and help callers (voiced here by Colin McCrodie, Eden Barrie, and Ali Watt), with Karen also hoping to get inspiration for a book out of them. However, reality and experience don’t always live up with ideals, not least of which through the existence of the Brenda Line, the Samaritans philanthropic sex-line.

Grayson and Bruce effectively anchor the show through their performances, with Bruce in particular conveying well the earthy weariness of reality against Grayson’s two-dimensional idealism and imagination. Harry Mould’s script, though apparently inspired by real-life events in their mother’s teenage life, is at times predictable (I heard at least 3 audience members whisper the punchline to a joke about 2 minutes ahead of the actors), however, with that minor caveat, both it and Ben Occhipinti’s direction ably juggle comedy and drama in a, at times literally, locked room.

Speaking of the setting, Natalie Fern’s design effectively sets the period – aided with some popular introductory Thatcher-bashing in Niroshini Thambar’s sound design – the set also giving the actors geography and props to set business around and immersing the audience in the time and place, with some minor concessions made to reality. We must tip our hats to the usher stationed each night to make sure the audience keeps their dirty paws off the carpet while entering or leaving the space, or to characters apparently able to read a book in the dark.

However these are very minor quibbles which I am sure even those who notice will not mind in a show which, with both comedy and drama, pulls back the curtain on topics which are both period and present, even when certain facets may not be very well known to us.

The Brenda Line is running at the Traverse Theatre until 16th November 2024 . Tickets can be found at: https://www.traverse.co.uk/whats-on/event/the-brenda-line-autumn-24

Reviewer: Oliver Giggins Reviewed: 14th November 2024 North West End UK Rating: 4

The Bond Stories Eon shouldn’t Make

Ian Fleming, the creator of James Bond, and the man responsible for the original 14 Bond books (12 novels and 9 short stories), isn’t the man who wrote the most Bond books: continuation author John Gardner has him beat, with 16 books (14 novels and 2 film novelisations). Nor is he a huge aberration, for not far behind Fleming’s 14 is Raymond Benson with 9+ (6 novels, 3 film novelisations and 3 uncollected short stories), Charlie Higson with 7 (five young bonds, one adult bond, one long short story), Steve Cole (4 Young Bonds), Kate Westbrook (3 novels and two short stories) Anthony Horowitz (3 novels), not to mention about a dozen one-offs or two-take wonders. As such, one can understand the people who look at the widening gap between Bond film releases, or just the bonkers stuff they’ve made up, and wonder why they don’t just adapt some of these stories that no one else could film, since the books have now far outstripped the films in terms of number of adventures.

Now, on the whole I prefer the novels to the films, so you’d think I’d be one of the people saying that too, but actually, I’m not: I don’t think Eon should make or remake these stories, whether I like them or not.

The market for bond is big, the market for the Bond books is a smaller one, the market for Bond continuation novels is smaller still, and the market for individual authors is smaller still. Gardner may have been the most prolific, but I suspect he is actually a fairly small fish next to some other continuation authors due to not being contemporary, cool or lauded like, say, Anthony Horowitz, Sebastian Faulks or Kingsley Amis respectively. And that’s before we even get to the bonkers stuff in some of these books, which include Blofeld’s secret daughter and mind control icecream. And yes, that’s from the same book. One of Gardner’s better ones.

So that’s two downsides to continuation adaptations as a whole, with another being that the films have survived by reacting and anticipating contemporary issues: The Man With The Golden Gun tapped into an energy crisis, Tomorrow Never Dies showed the dangers of media barons, The World Is Not Enough highlighted oil dependency, while other films have explored North Korea, international terrorism, natural resources, digital espionage, weaponsed infection, or shifts in cinema such as blacksploitation, King fu films, water films, sci fi, 80s drug thrillers, Bourne films, and episodic cinema. I’m not saying they’ve always used those well, but the attitude has been successful overall, and sacrificing that just to say they’re adapting this or that – probably decades old – book most people haven’t heard of means losing one big advantage in order to gain credit with a very small, retro-looking, part of the pre-existing fanbase.

Now, you might be thinking well “Going back to Fleming” has always worked for them, but that is different, not because the books are inherently better (though I think most of them are) but because Fleming has a stamp of authority completely divorced from what he actually did. He created Bond, so that’s good PR even for people who don’t know the books, which gets highlighted everytime someone complains about how Eon should preserve “Ian Fleming’s James Bond’s humour, gadgets and one liners” or that “Ian Fleming would be rolling in his grave at the idea of Bond dying, or having a child, or not having the 007 moniker” when that’s all based in Fleming.

Lastly, there’s the inherent issue that they need to pay the author / estate to use ideas which aren’t necessarily great right now, whereas they can pick and choose from Fleming for free and add what they need to.

Eon’s approach hasn’t always worked, and I wouldn’t say they’re always better than these book writers, but still, they have their special Eon formula and, after 60 years of success, abandoning it carries a lot of risk, and not really the sexy kind.

The Night Which Changed Literature: Sherlock Holmes & Dorian Gray

Possibly the most important night in horror literature came during the rainy summer of 1816. It was the “Year Without a Summer” due to fallout from the eruption of Mount Tambora the previous year. Mary Shelley, aged 18, and her lover (and future husband), Percy Bysshe Shelley, their friend Lord Byron and the latter’s doctor John Polidori had fled first the whiff of scandal in England and then the bad weather outside for the comforts of Villa Diodati by Lake Geneva, in Switzerland’s Alps.

Inside in the warm, with nothing better to do, they amused themselves by reading German ghost stories from the book Fantasmagoriana. Then, on or around the 14th of June, Byron proposed that they “each write a ghost story.”

It didn’t happen instantly: Mary struggled for several nights before inspiration came to her in a wakeful nightmare, Byron started writing a fragment that his doctor John Polidori ended up rewriting and finishing, and husband Percy never wrote a thing. But out of that night came two of the most enduring figures in horror: Frankenstein and the aristocratic vampire, brand new then and named Lord Ruthven, later to be evolved by Bram Stoker into Count Dracula.

This is it, perhaps the most important date in literary history, not just laying the ground for two pop culture icons but also, according to some, the birth of a new genre, science fiction. But I would like to suggest a contender for second place, a much less well-known occasion: August 30th 1889.

On that date J. M. Stoddart, an editor for Lippincott’s Monthly Magazine, dined with Oscar Wilde, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and T. P. Gill. at the Langham Hotel. He had come to London to solicit novellas to publish in the magazine and hoped to commission all three writers.

T.P. Gill, a prominent member of the Irish Parliamentary Party and a Member of Parliament in the British House of Commons, might be the name that stands out today for its opaqueness, but at the time, in the world of novellas, he might well have been the name with the most respectable associations. Doyle was the author of some twenty-odd publications in various periodicals, not all under his own name, and which had yet to be collected in book form. He had published the first Holmes book, A Study In Scarlet, two years earlier, but to little fanfare. In fact, his biggest claim to fame at this point might have been the now-forgotten “J. Habakuk Jephson’s Statement” five years previously, published anonymously and based on the mysterious affair affair of the ghost ship, The Mary Celeste. In fact, his story, presented as a confession, was so successful it was reprinted as fact and continues to influence the myth of that ghost ship to this day, though then and now, the fame of this story had not fallen back on its creator.

As no one had deemed it necessary to collect his short stories in book form yet, his books comprised three published novels (plus one unpublished and subsequently lost for over a century, 1883’s The Narrative Of John Smith). These were A Study In Scarlet (1887), Micah Clarke (1889) and the Mystery of Cloomber (1889). The fact you’ve probably never heard of most of these is in no way indicative of forgotten success.

The most famous of these nowadays, A Study In Scarlet, had been published in the 1887 edition of Beeton’s Christmas Annual, after many rejections, and though Conan Doyle had pressed for royalties, he had instead received £25 (equivalent to £3,371.95 considering inflation) in exchange for all the rights. However back then, it was Micah Clarke which had the biggest impact, and this was the book that Oscar Wilde gushed about on that fateful dinner, with at least one person suggesting that Doyle’s version of Judge Jeffreys may have had an impact on the development of Dorian Grey.

Wilde was himself not yet at the height of his fame. He was a published poet and essayist (which was how Conan Doyle knew him) and had already published The Happy Prince And Other Tales a couple of years previously, but his playwrighting, for which he is mostly known today, had been limited to Vera Or The Nihilists in 1882 (which only ran for one week due to poor ticket sales) and The Duchess of Padua the following year, which only ran after its star asked for Wilde to not be publicly recognised as its author following the previous flop, and only ran for three weeks. Neither play is well-loved today, and neither shows much of what would make Wilde’s later plays such a success.

It was therefore not as titans but as freelancers hoping for a check that they met that fateful meal exactly 135 years ago. It has since been said “it was the single event that determined, more than any other, the shape of what [Doyle] was to write for the next 38 years” and, while the same cannot be said of Wilde, it would give us his only ever novel.

Keen to secure more British talent for a British market, Stoddard had convened the two men, along with Gill, to discuss them providing him with a short novel apiece. As Doyle recalled in his Memories And Adventures:

It was indeed a golden evening for me. Wilde to my surprise had read Micah Clarke, and was enthusiastic about it, so that I did not feel a complete outsider. His conversation left an indelible impression upon my mind. He towered above us all, and yet had the art of seeming to be interested in all that we could say. He had delicacy of feeling and tact, for the monologue man, however clever, can never really be a gentleman at heart. He took as well as gave, but what he gave was unique. He had a curious precision of statement, a delicate flavour of humour, and a trick of small gestures to illustrate his meaning, which was peculiar to himself. The effect cannot be reproduced.

Doyle must have been enthusiastic about Stoddard as well, calling him “an excellent fellow”. Doyke’s contract with him was drawn up that same day, committing him to writing at least 40,000 words for £100. Keen to learn from his previous mistake over A Study In Scarlet‘s copyright, Doyle had it written in that he would get the British copyright back after 3 months, allowing him to sell the story on too many different magazines and book publishers. Lacking this experience, Wilde apparently swallowed a lie about an automatic 10% royalty and gave up all his rights, which he would later bitterly regret.

Doyle, claimed that “everyone who has read the book [A Study In Scarlet] wants to know more of that young man”, and the detective story being in the early years of its boom, he decided to write a sequel, partly hoping that it would bring the previous book back into print. Within only four days of the contract being drawn up, he had decided this sequel was to be called either The Sign of Six or The Problem of The Sholtos.

Only one month later, on 30 September 1890, the now named Sign of the Four was “finished and dispatched” (possibly including some Wilde influence on the description of Thaddeus Sholto), and it was published four months later in the February 1890 edition of Lippincott’s. Wilde would be a little slower: Stoddart received the manuscript for The Picture of Dorian Gray on 7 April 1890, seven months after having commissioned the novel from him.

Upon reading it, Stoddart told the publisher, George Lippincott, “in its present condition there are a number of things an innocent woman would make an exception to”, resulting in the deletion of around five hundred words without Wilde’s knowledge prior to publication. Among the pre-publication deletions were passages alluding to homosexuality and to homosexual desire (for instance, in one scene, Basil Hallward confesses to have worshipped Dorian Gray with a “romance of feeling”, and that he had never loved a woman) as well overt heterosexual ones such as all the “mistress” references to Gray’s lovers, Sibyl Vane and Hetty Merton (Wilde would edit and censur himself further for the following book publication). The original typescript submitted to Lippincott’s Monthly Magazine wouldn’t see publication until the 2011 appearance of The Picture of Dorian Gray: An Annotated, Uncensored Edition by the Belknap Press. 

But what about the private reception, by those involved in the original private reception at the luxurious Langham Hotel? Did the two men keep an eye on each other after the fateful dinner? It would appear so. Doyle would say of Dorian Grey that it was “surely upon a high moral plane”, an opinion which wasn’t shared at the time by those scandalised by its homosexual undertones, and it seems Wilde repaid Doyle the compliment of both readership and liking, as Doyle later recalled that “when his little book came out I wrote to say what I thought of it. His letter…. comments on my own work in too generous terms.”

While it isn’t known whether Doyle was already planning his Holmes sequel beforehand, the fact that he had recently adapted A Study In Scarlet into a three act drama entitled “Angels of Darkness”, which entirely cut out Holmes and made Watson into a side character suggests that he had not seriously considered these characters as having much marketability before this time, meaning we might have this meal to thank for the phenomenon of Sherlock Holmes at all.

Sherlock Holmes would go on to star in 56 short stories and two more novels, not to mention countless film, TV and stage adaptations and literary pastiches and continuations. Dorian Gray would have a similar legacy: I finished the run of two shows in the Edinburgh Fringe last week, where I counted at least 3 Sherlock Holmes plays and two Dorian Gray adaptations. Their paper might decay in the attic but, together or apart, they appear eternally young.

Oliver Giggins