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The
Darling Buds of May
A review by Susannah Bradley
May 2002
Just as going to see the film of a
favourite book causes some nervousness, it was with a certain amount of
trepidation that I entered the William Loveless Hall to see Phyllis
Richardson’s production of The Darling Buds of May for the
Wivenhoe Players. We had all loved the television version of nine or ten
years ago; how would Phyllis find a Catherine Zita Jones, a David Jason or
a Pam Ferris for her cast list?
Reassured by Mike Mount’s
fascinating set (Mike is a builder of ingenious sets – his was the
revolving, three-continent spectacular in the Players’ 1998 production
of Ladies Who Lunch) – we sat back in happy anticipation. After
all, we go out for an enjoyable time and are halfway to being entertained
by seeing old friends and acquaintances among the audience.
Yet had we been the grumpiest, most nit-picking audience ever to
take our seats, we must surely have emerged charmed, content, and
refreshed from such a show.
The four main characters –
Pop, Ma, Mariette and Charley – conveyed the spirit of H.E.Bates’
story and managed to look quite like their television role models too.
Chris Cudmore was rarely off the stage, keeping up his character’s
mixture of bright ideas and bon-homie throughout; an amazing performance.
Penny Mount, as Ma, was every bit the earth mother, every gesture
in character and always the perfect foil for Pop.
The earnest and bewildered Charley (Ben Poole) and the sweet but
determined Mariette (Daisy Marsden) were a delight to watch; both should
go far. Together this quartet carried the show along and all the other
splendid moments were icing on the cake. Georgina Percival’s Edith was
just ‘perfick’; how is it that Georgina can just walk on to the stage,
shuffle her face about a bit, and electrify us all with her stage
presence?
The children were all just right,
adding exuberance to the early scenes to set the mood.
The director cleverly used them to bring movement to some otherwise
static scenes, such as the meal-table and the post-gymkhana party. Of
course, this is cloud cuckoo land; the unbelievable moments came from the
script, not the acting – all the children immediately setting about the
chores after one word from Ma! – but none of the large audience seemed
to think any the worse of it for that.
Phyllis also very inventively used
mime to show Charley’s proposal to Mariette in the garden, while another
piece of important dialogue was taking place indoors. The birdsong,
farmyard noises, costumes, props and lighting all worked together to make
this one of the best productions for many years. Scene changes were
quietly and neatly achieved.
As Angela said to Pop after the
gymkhana: “Blistering success!” Phyllis
Richardson, her cast and helpers, should all feel justly proud of
themselves for this first-rate entertainment.
Susannah Bradley
May 2002
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