Alan Ayckbourn’s final play as artistic
director of the Stephen Joseph Theatre (Lord knows how many he has
written: the best the programme can manage is “over 70”) takes a
traditional fairy tale as its jumping-off point and is presented during
the season for family shows, but do not be misled. In the opening
minutes, when the handsome prince finds his way to the bed of the
sleeping Princess Aurora, it is not just his heart that suddenly stirs
but also regions further south; later, after the wicked witch has had a
comprehensive makeover by a team of beauticians, she greets her new
reflection in the mirror with, “Well, fuck me!” This is not a show at
which your little poppets’ innocence will be preserved.
And then again… Ayckbourn knows that he is writing not just for adults,
but also for the children in us. He enjoys subverting the familiar
story by having the witch also fall for the prince and execute various
stratagems to lure him from his beloved princess. He even parodies
himself by having the now-married Mr & Mrs Prince (“I took his
name,” simpers Aurora) move into the suburbs which have been his
dramatic stamping ground for decades; they take out a mortgage on
number 29 Brownbrick Road and secure jobs as a supermarket
shelf-stacker and a topless waitress. But, from the moment the witch is
stripped of her powers and told to ensnare the prince using mortals’
wiles, we are in little doubt that the story will end with her
redemption and the Princes’ coming through.
The cast consists of four principals – prince, princess, witch and her
minion the Pigcutter – and half a dozen narrators who also play all
other roles and voice much of the score. Denis King’s jaunty music is
played by a single keyboard, fleshed out by the narrators’ vocal
harmonies. Anna Francolini puts in a remarkable turn as the witch
Carabosse (later made-over into simple “Cara”), and Duncan Patrick is a
prince whose good heart always gets his weak head out of trouble. Among
the narrators, Matthew White excels in a scene as the chief sorceress.
Not a classic Ayckbourn on which to end an era, but a warming
distillation of several of the strains running through his work.
Written for the Financial
Times.