Why West End audiences should be adventurous, instead of playing safe all the time…
A recent disaster is the early closing of Sir Tim Rice’s latest masterpiece From Here to Eternity. Sadly the publicity was a bit dodgy, and the subject would have better suited American audiences. After all, the subject of the Japanese attack on peaceful Pearl Harbour is more their territory than ours.
Maybe Broadway will welcome it soon, and so they should. Some great great songs, a clever adaptation of James Jones novel, and some staging that was so creative, muted and moody that Elvis’s Blue Hawaii wouldn’t have got a look in.
I saw the show twice, because I was invited to the opening night, and by the time I caught up with it several weeks later it had been tightened up perfectly.
The guys are coasting along, having a ball, when the Japanese attack. Cue the most fantastic staging – with explosions on every side, smoke and general horror and disbelief. The brilliant male chorus went into slow motion, silhouetted against the light as they fell, guns in the air, cleverly flung into the air with the help of their colleagues in a truly balletic performance.
Now the show’s gone – but apparently has been filmed so there is still hope for what was a perfectly crafted intelligent show.
And silly Cathy fell in love with Darius and was photographed with him at the post-show party. He was good, but I certainly didn’t fancy him…