The Christmas Curse Of Fu Manchu
About the Production
Created by English author Sax Rohmer back in 1910, Doctor Fu Manchu can rightly lay claim to being one of earliest ‘Super-villains’, a man whose insidious plotting and scheming would, if not stopped by his heroic rival Denis Nayland Smith and his like, have brought down Western civilisation, and ensured the final victory of ‘The Yellow Peril’. Rohmer, whose real name was the somewhat more ordinary Arthur Ward, lived for a while just down the road, in a house called Little Gatton, on Gatton Road, Reigate.
However, he could not have guessed that one day his evil creation would sink to the level that Mark Taylor has devised in his latest pantomime adventure, with the eradication of every Santa Claus on the planet!
Fu Manchu will surely not have it all his own way. Not when faced with the might of Scotland Yard’s finest, Inspector Burke, with assistance from the uniformed (or is that uninformed?) branch in the shape of WPC Shapely, along with PC Manly and Sergeant Duffem. And then there’s Lavinia. Lavinia Smythe-Bottonne to those who know, Dame to you. If you take-away just the one thing about her, it’s that she’ll not stand for any oriental skulduggery. She might sit of course, if the seat is comfortable enough, but obviously not the ones in the hall that you’re sitting on.
(The Director would like to point out that no real Santa Clauses were harmed in the course of making of this pantomime, and that all Santas appear by kind permission of the REAL Father Christmas, who is, as we all know, busily preparing for Christmas in Lapland at this very moment.)
The Cast
Behind the Scenes
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The Reviews
Ah, Lovely Lavinia
What would Arthur Sarsfield Ward have thought of this pantomime, written and directed by Mark Taylor, with the assistance of Tina Poole? He was better known as the crime writer Sax Rohmer, who created the sinister Chinese character Fu Manchu. I was puzzled at the beginning because the characters of Bunty and Charles seemed to bear little relation to the subsequent plot, which was the abolition of Father Christmasses by the wily Oriental gentleman himself, played effectively by the lowered eyelids of Mike Brown.
This company was extremely good at set piece jokes, such as the lie detector that the police and assorted villains demonstrated to great effect; the action with a broom that had uses other than sweeping floors; the revolving throne; and a succession of decapitating swords of ever-increasing lengths.
Paul Breden was Lavinia, a dame of bustumentous proportions whom I grew to love, despite the one note high-pitched harangues. Her star sign was viagra, and her companion was Sheridan Wildelover (Richard Lloyd), an actor laddie from the old touring company days, with the rolling cadences of the declamatory school of acting. The mish-mash of Shakespearean misquotations was a joy to hear.
Martin Smith was Mr Ball (“how very singular”) who was manager of the Savoy Grill, while Hung Lo (Penny Simeone), Long Pong (Matthew Marsh), Gong Bong (Jonathan Wales) and Mei Dingaling (Lisa Lloyd) are a sufficient indication of roughly what took place with the villains. The incompetent constabulary of PC Manly (Daniel Ireson), WPC Shapely (Tanya Allison), Inspector Burke (Tim Young) – probably christened Wright – and Sergeant Duffem (Chris Argles) are descriptively allegorical.
I liked Claire Andreadis and Kimberley Argles as the Kung Fu Dancers who performed to the throbbing music of Mark Taylor on the keyboards. Is there no end to his talents?
I can only express my gratitude when Fu Manchu dispatching his henchmen to behead any member of the audience said; “Save that of the theatre critic.”
Peter Steptoe for The Croydon Advertiser
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