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REVIEW: Violet, Charing Cross Theatre ✭✭✭✭

Julian Eaves reviews Jeanine Tesori and Brian Crawley’s musical Violet now playing at Charing Cross Theatre.

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The company of Violet. Photo: Scott Rylander

Violet
Charing Cross Theatre,
21st January 2019
4 Stars
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There are lots of things to celebrate in this latest production at artistic director, Thom Southerland’s home ground; chief amongst them are a great score, a great performance, and a wonderful new design of the auditorium.  It is a further feather in the cap of Southerland’s transformation of the venue and bodes well for the future of theatre owners, Steven Levy and Sean Sweeney’s unusual house: a miniature West End theatre, with just a little over 260 seats, offering the intimacy of Off-West End or Fringe productions right in the heart of the city.  This venture – the UK professional premiere of a 20-year old show by composer Jeanine Tesori and librettist Brian Crawley – is a bold move by in-house producers Levy and Vaughan Williams and it also marks the start of a remarkable new co-producing relationship with Umeda Arts Theatre Co, Ltd., of Osaka, Japan.
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Matthew Harvey (Monty) and Kaisa Hammarlund (Violet) in Violet. Photo: Scott Rylander

The main prize here, without any question, is the astonishingly lovely and tuneful score by Tesori: it is a riot of gorgeous melody and vibrant rhythms, and is given spectacularly rich orchestrations by Rick Bassett, Joseph Joubert, Buryl Red and Jason Michael Webb, played by band of 9 comprising keys, guitars, strings and percussion, all directed with masterful elan by Dan Jackson.  The vocal arrangements for the cast of 12 are even more delicious, and make the most of the fine singing by this handsome line-up, allowing it to shine and glow in the show’s splendid choral numbers (just wait for the final chorus: you won’t want it to stop!).

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Kieron Cook (Father) Rebecca Nardin (Young Violet), and Kaisa Hammarlund (Violet) in Violet. Photo: Scott Rylander

Morgan Large is entrusted again here with the design of the work-a-day, wooden-clad performing environment, and his addition of a revolve to the now off-centred in-the-round stage area is inspired: this makes the most of the few pieces of miscellaneous stage furniture and provides a much-needed sense of animation in a story that is – after all – about a journey.  A bus journey: from Spruce Pine, North Carolina to Tulsa, Oklahoma in a Greyhound bus, following the desperate and passionate pilgrimage of the disfigured title character as she tries to find the balm of transfiguration through her faith.  It’s an odd tale, an adaptation of the work of academic and short-story-writer, Doris Betts.  One might be tempted to think of other musicals based on picaresque journeys (Candide’s, for instance), and to reflect on how tricky they are to make work: how their protagonist always seems to be slipping away from us.

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Kenneth Avery Clark (Preacher) and company of Violet. Photo: Scott Rylander

In lesser hands, this one might so easily not come off, but leading actress, Kaisa Hammarlund is every bit a match for the role’s many potential pitfalls, and, investing it with every ounce of her energy and spirit, does as much as anyone could to make you believe in this sad and lonely woman, struggling to come to terms with the legacy of childhood facial damage and her bitter resentment of the father who maybe let it happen and the drunken surgeon who did too little to reconstruct her appearance.  Yes, it is another story about how women are victims of powerful – and flawed – men.  And the purpose of the play does seem to preach at us, telling us how bad this is and how awful we should feel about it.

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Angelica Allen (Music Hall Singer) and company. Photo: Scott Rylander

That’s all well and good as a mission, perhaps, but it does not create much in the way of real theatre.  Indeed, this show has been consistently criticised for its weaknesses in characterisation and the wooden implausibility of its presentation of the various relationships wheeled out for our forensic scrutiny.  Those problems remain here, for all that director Shuntaro Fujita (from Osaka) does everything conceivable to keep things on the move, distracting us as much as possible from noticing, not infrequently at the cost of missing the dramatic beats of the story and cutting out audience engagement at times when – surely – the point should be to stimulate it.  Cressida Carre does the same with her choreography (although we see too little of it, and what there is doesn’t get a chance to stretch its wings properly).  And the cast pour considerable volumes of artistry into their other parts.

Matthew Harvey’s fine lyrical seducer, Monty, is athletic and charming, but the script puts one obstacle after another in the way of making him a credible character.  His opposite number is his (apparently) best mate and rival in love, Jay Marsh’s stolid but sincere Flick, an even less likely personality.  In common with everyone else, when they are singing Tesori’s rapturous music, you don’t really mind – too much – about the weirdness of their story-lines.  But the second the music stops – often as not, rather abruptly, when it comes up against the leadenness of the book – then each moment of magic just dies.
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Janet Moody (Old Lady), Rebecca Nardin (Young Violet) and Kaisa Hammarlund (Violet) in Violet. Photo: Scott Rylander

The other cast members have an ever harder time of it, with less and less substance to conjure with: Keiron Crook is an earnest Father; Kenneth Avery Clark strains his utmost to find the humour in Crawley’s dourly flat lines as the Preacher – if only the director would help him more – there is precious little else to smile at in this sad story; the terrific Simbi Akande and Angelica Allen are outrageously under-used in their successive appearances as Lula and the Music Hall Singer (and I thought this show was supposed to be about empowering women?).  House regular James Gant does another officious cameo as Leroy, Danny Michaels is a tellingly intense Billy Dean and Janet Mooney puts as much focus as she can into the Old Lady and the Hotel Hooker.  (Yes, this is NOT a script that shies away from stereotypes!)  But pride of place among the secondary roles is surely that of Young Violet, whom we saw at Press Night taken by the game and gamin Amy Mepham, who grew noticeably in stature through the evening, finding a convincing voice.  Her role is a far more appealing one than Crawley’s other child female star, the one he created for Jonathan Lippa’s ‘Little Princess’.  Nonetheless, for so much of the time we seem to be treading again not so much where the grapes of wrath have been squelched, but over the so-familiar territory of any number of southern gothic tales, from ‘Key Largo’ to ‘The Rainmaker’ to, again and again, ‘The Wizard of Oz’.

And yet, and yet, and yet…  When they sing, you just cease worrying about the infelicities of the text.  Yes, there are new lessons to be learned in how – if at all – to amplify voices in this new configuration, and Andrew Johnson’s sound design is bound to mature as the run goes on.  Howard Hudson’s expert lighting, on the other hand, is absolutely spot on, supporting the epic sweep of the journey, while drawing us in as far as the script will let us get into the private world of these little people with big passions.  My heart wants to give their combined effort four stars, but I just know that the director will intrude and push me back from feeling involved in their struggle and only let me part with three.  It’s a bit unfair, given the marvellous efforts committed to this work.  So, I’ll tell you what, I’m going to ignore that thoughtful ‘Entfrendungseffekt’ and go with what the score is singing still in my soul…

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