
You
probably don't even know the name Rowan Atkinson, but I am sure you are
very familiar with Mr. Beans, right? He had delayed just a trifling 20
years to return to the commercial production of theatre, with a big
bang, in the roll of Fagin in the musical 'Oliver', almost more comical
than sinister, who sings and dances the sentimentalism of horror of
Dickens, occasionally letting through with the faces of Mr. Bean, the
character that has made him famous in 5 continents, a name hanging in
the mouth of everybody who owns a TV set.
Like every city London badly needs a good dose of vitamin to combat the economic crises, which has proven harder and lasted longer than expected. This new theatre version of Charles Dicken's 'Oliver' is a perfect tonic for the West End, with trusted names of giants in the field like Andrew Lloyd Webber and Cameron Macintosh producing, Rupert Goold (winner of Tony of 2008 for Macbeth) as director, and a new girl from a TV competition, Jodie Pregder as Nancy, the sweet and gentle prostitute with a heart, and the leading star Arkinson, of course, to complete the Galaxy cast. Even before the première, the box office's advanced sale has already reached £15 million. With the only exception of the Independent, critics from all other media has been excellent. All London, and not just in the theatre world, are crossing their fingers, hoping and counting on the success of 'Oliver' to palliate the depressing crisis. There were 2 more shows following , 'Sister Act' and 'Priscilla, queen of the desert'. I have seen both films and would sure like to see the theatre production as well. Of the two films I liked 'Priscilla ...' better, and of Atkinson, I have to admit I don't like his latter work as Mr. Bean at all - too much forced comic facial expression and vulgar gestures bordering on disgusting than comical. |
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