Goosed for charity
To Hammersmith Town Hall yesterday for the last night of Mother Goose Up The Amazon. West-End prices and all proceeds to charity—and what can one charitably say? We already covered the good news: yesterday was the last night. In five decades of pantomimes I must have seen worse, and will recall one presently.
It was, I thought, the most generous audience I’d known, roaring and cheering from the get-go. (Had we come in late and missed the first hour?) But no, the audience, who seemed all to have been at school with the cast (or several schools: there were more in the cast than could all stand on stage and be seen) were clearer about the event than I was. This was a party with pantomime turns in the background, and the actors struggled with diminishing success to be heard over the revellers. An honourable exception was the man who played the Golden Goose. When he came on stage he was all business, working hard to move the show on, and occasionally had me thinking I could follow.
Otherwise the producers did everything they could to make the evening the success it undoubtedly was, auctioning dates with cast members and with a pair of lads’ mags models. I was staring wildly around—where’s the Burberry? This was Back End Theatre’s ninth year and they’re looking forward to their tenth in 2007. Avoid, avoid, avoid.Posted by SJT at December 10, 2006 09:15 AM
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