Last Friday
I missed it when it was on in the West End although it might be more accurate to say that I just couldn’t be bothered going to see it as there was so much other theatre to see. Never the less it turned up on my doorstep last week so I popped along to see what all the fuss was about and that was how I came to spend Friday night sat in a small crowd watching Jerry Springer the Opera.
There had been some local news about a large number of protesters battling free speech at the entrance to the theatre earlier that week and there was obvious security in the foyer of the theatre but other than that there were few people milling around either outside or inside the theatre before the show and no visible sign of any dissatisfied protestors.
It a theatre which traditionally sells out musicals I was in a greatly reduced audience however they proved to be noisy enough; Both appreciative but also chatting all the way through the performance which suggested that this was not a usual theatre audience. Possibly a good thing however it seemed to be at the expense of a full house.
It started out entertaining enough as long as you remained unaffected by the barrage of expletives, however that was expected. JS the Musical would have to have that type of content and operatically sung insults are really quite funny, well for the first fifteen minutes that is. It’s about then that you wonder where it is all going. As it happens I knew exactly where, it’s impossible not to know about the controversial themes of the second half.
That’s where it all fell apart for me. I could see the intent to entertain but couldn’t help feeling that the writers had produced a show with a solid beginning … and then that was that. From the 16th minute onwards it fell flat and struggled to find any ones feet again let alone a direction. The religious twist the second half takes seemed entirely aimed to offend and thus create its own publicity. That it certainly achieved.
I couldn’t help wonder if I would have been enjoying a touring production of Honk, Our House or any one of a number of good honest musicals yet to grace regional theatre, last Friday, if the vocal protestors had let the production burn out and sink into the ether and not remain a free and essential part of its marketing campaign.
I am still of the opinion that there was definitely a musical version of Jerry Springer possible but that just wasn’t it. (Although please don’t think I’m suggesting anyone tries again).
I think this is one of those occasions when it is just possible that the Emperor may have a bundle of awards but he really does not have any clothes on. Not a stitch.
There had been some local news about a large number of protesters battling free speech at the entrance to the theatre earlier that week and there was obvious security in the foyer of the theatre but other than that there were few people milling around either outside or inside the theatre before the show and no visible sign of any dissatisfied protestors.
It a theatre which traditionally sells out musicals I was in a greatly reduced audience however they proved to be noisy enough; Both appreciative but also chatting all the way through the performance which suggested that this was not a usual theatre audience. Possibly a good thing however it seemed to be at the expense of a full house.
It started out entertaining enough as long as you remained unaffected by the barrage of expletives, however that was expected. JS the Musical would have to have that type of content and operatically sung insults are really quite funny, well for the first fifteen minutes that is. It’s about then that you wonder where it is all going. As it happens I knew exactly where, it’s impossible not to know about the controversial themes of the second half.
That’s where it all fell apart for me. I could see the intent to entertain but couldn’t help feeling that the writers had produced a show with a solid beginning … and then that was that. From the 16th minute onwards it fell flat and struggled to find any ones feet again let alone a direction. The religious twist the second half takes seemed entirely aimed to offend and thus create its own publicity. That it certainly achieved.
I couldn’t help wonder if I would have been enjoying a touring production of Honk, Our House or any one of a number of good honest musicals yet to grace regional theatre, last Friday, if the vocal protestors had let the production burn out and sink into the ether and not remain a free and essential part of its marketing campaign.
I am still of the opinion that there was definitely a musical version of Jerry Springer possible but that just wasn’t it. (Although please don’t think I’m suggesting anyone tries again).
I think this is one of those occasions when it is just possible that the Emperor may have a bundle of awards but he really does not have any clothes on. Not a stitch.


