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A worrying time just before the Last Night's performance for Author/Director (Jo Smith), Lighting & Sound Technician (Neil Hardinge) and Stage Manager (Paul Heath) bovvered, us? |
The Headley Theatre Club, always known for its innovative and imaginative productions, surpassed itself at the week-end. Jo Smith wrote and directed, with some apologies to Tchaikovsky, a brilliant production of Nutcracker at Headley Village Hall.
The 14 songs, some based on Tchaikovsky's music but mostly by others such as Kurt Weill and Arthur Sullivan, were well sung by various combinations from a cast list of 50, and moved the action along smartly whilst Jo Levy kept the musicians on cue with some excellent playing of the piano.
Special mention must go to the costumes, designed and mostly made by Dil Williamson-Smith: the sheer volume of at least 75 different outfits was as extraordinary as their quality and range. From bust to bottom, the serried ranks were truly eye popping in their magnificence; so much so, that the same style of costume could be seen on a grandmother right down to a grand-daughter - yet all worn with equal aplomb.
The acting played strongly to the possibilities of panto and it was clear that many of them, including over 20 guests, fairies, soldiers and the junior chorus, were enjoying immensely their roles. I hesitate to pick any in such an array of talent, but in the forefront is Gnawman, the mouse king, played by Luke Oates. As the villain, his powerful voice resonated through the building, though I did wonder how much he'd have left for the evening performance. He was assisted by his team of militant mice led by Natasha Hibberd and Katherine Wellen.
Anastazja Kendal, aged 12, played a willowy Clara in whose dream we are led a merry dance, along with her brother Frederick who is delightfully inhabited by the 8 year old Adam Ferguson. Terrie Howey is the charming defender of evil as Prince Nikki, though I'd call for a stiffer sword from props next time.
The ever-dependable Rod Sharp held the story together as the mysterious Uncle Drosslemeyer, aided by his able assistants Kurt (Martin Wellen) and Weill (Peter Glinn) and by his own creation, Twitt the Owl (Mark Spiller).
The sweet-hearted troops guarding Candyland were led by Sgt Rock (David Burnham), with letters through his middle, and Cpl Fudge (Mel White), and their four toy soldiers performed a stomping version of Tchaikovsky's Russian dance to comic effect.
In all, this is an astonishing ensemble affair and not by any means the average village panto. Smut and sight enough to tickle the elders, with drama and delight to draw in the youngsters.
Christmas time has gone, by golly,
Cracking nuts and pricks of holly
All past now, but let's remember
How it was come last December.
That's the time, you may recall,
We spread ourselves across the Hall
Stage crew here, lighting there,
Cast and costumes everywhere.
But on the night 'twas quite all right
No icy roads, no Asian 'flu,
The cast arrived, nobody skived,
We even got an audience too.
Can you deny a Drosselmeyer
Keeps things going, always knowing
When and where to pop up next
(As if it's written in the text),
With owl or crazy new machine,
Made by his henchmen, Kurt and Weil,
He wins the day in every way,
Sartorial elegance, satirical smile.
Fred and Clara start to spar for
This here cracker put him back or
Else we'll have an armless Nikki,
And that'll make him feel all dicky.
Gnawman's army's on the loose,
They're after sweet delight at night,
Tail-swinging rodents cross the stage
To line up for a fearsome fight.
The soldiers come, the soldiers run,
And Nikki's left alone, supposed
To face the dread of Gnawman's wrath
With rubber sword and broken nose.
He's on the floor, he'll be no more,
He's cracked his last pistachio,
Then Clara takes her slipper off
And starts to get all macho.
A ricochet that fells the band,
A flying slipper wins the day,
And Gnawman's nasty nest of nasties
Slyly slowly slinks away. (Twice!)
So off to Candyland we go
To see the fairies, surely no,
They've all got pension books oh dear!
But wait - there's more no need to fear
For lack of culture be amazed,
The fairies hobble 'cross the stage
And soldiers wear gay uniforms
And sweets & Snickers grow on walls;
And here the Sugar fairy Plumbs
The depths to show her people's talent,
Dancing from the continents, so
Quite unlike Tchaikovsky's ballet.
What's this 'ere? The owl's got clear
And see, he's dropped a massive load;
A box of chox designed to fox
Any mouse who takes this road.
Fudge and Rock arrive to block
The passage through the wood,
Alas they're lost and double-crossed,
Those mice are in no mood
To let them free, but then we see
The Tree Elves helping out
They pull the box in with the chox in
Gnawman's sniffy snout
Leads him to suffer Transmousturisation
The end of the show and great joy in the nation!
So, (sing along please!)
If you want a show to go, please
Come to Headley where we run the best ones,
We try to entertain you, in the snow or rain you'll
Never find a better cast & crew for miles around
With the lights upon the stage, we
Spin a splendid tale for old and young folk,
Comedy or tragic, we are always magic,
Now and always!
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