I was fortunate enough to spend time with a good friend last night who was over for just a few days from Singapore. She’d wangled some free tickets to see Mamma Mia, so after a pre-theatre nibble at Dishoom (which is a must visit if you haven’t been), we trot off to the Prince of Wales theatre.
Now, I’ve seen Mamma Mia at the theatre before. And the film. There is very little plot to speak of, this we all know. Most people go because they are
a) fans of ABBA
b) tourists, or
This production however, was hideous, for a variety of reasons…
- Most of the cast struggled vocally. Not only were their singing voices poor, they barely enunciated
- The dancers (term used in the loosest sense), were poor. High kicks barely made it past waist level for most of them
- Muffin tops were an odd wardrobe choice for many of the usually lithe cast; usually inexcusable for a dancer
- The fat / skinny sidekick combo mustered a few laughs, but the chemistry between them (and indeed the cast), was non-existent
- The set, like the costumes and majority of the cast, were tired
After arriving 5 minutes late, we had to wait to be seated. Thankfully only ten minutes. There was a screen in the bar, but the very loud bar staff had to be asked to turn it up. Twice. Even then, the sound quality was much the same as it was in the auditorium. Poor. And we were in row H of the stalls!
The house looked full. Which we both found astonishing. Had we not been late and brought to our seats, we’d probably have left after 15 minutes. However, we hung on till the interval. And then snuck off to find some gin.
One to avoid. Even if you are getting a free ticket…
Iain G. Morrison can now understand why at Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender…
A while back, I blogged about the 4th plinth in Trafalgar square, and the one&other art project. (In case they are reading, I am still waiting on my call / email with my slot, but I digress).
Well, now you don’t need to head down to London to see what’s going on.
The canny blighters have only gone and installed a web cam pointing at the artistic ‘installations’.
It’s still worth a visit to London though, you can’t beat seeing art first hand…
We’ve already had few memorable installations already (although the pre-opening hi-jack has probably been the stand-out thus far), and they are getting some really rather decent press coverage.
Simply genius. See it here art lovers…
Iain Morrison is a senior marketer in the British Tourism Industry. And thinks the art must be more watchable than Big Brother 10???
Doesn’t half kick off some mass debates (boom boom!), as to what we should be sticking up there…
Successful wannabe artists will have their names picked name out of a digital-hat, and will get a few hours to stand on the plinth to do as they choose (so long as they don’t do anything ultra naughty / offensive etc).
A really cute little project that we can thank the Major of London, Sky Arts, Arts Council (England), and the National Gallery for.
And a truly brilliant ‘Kodak moment’ for passing tourists if someone sparky takes the plinth.
Well done chaps. And please, please, please…
Iain Morrison is a senior marketer in the British Tourism Industry. And already has his plinth outfit planned if he is picked…