This post is sponsored by Singin’ in the Rain and Nuffnang.
Cue excitement. Cue screams.
Yes, I really did scream when I was asked to review the Australian production of the musical Singin’ in the Rain.
Last Friday, the hubster and I headed out on a rare date night. Rare because date nights are few and far between for us. And rare because he actually agreed to come to a musical!
I’m a big fan of the theatre, and musical theatre in particular, but had not seen Singin’ in the Rain. I almost did some research before attending, then decided to simply sit back and let the musical win me over. Or not.
Spoiler alert: it wasn’t perfect. But perfection is a ridiculous standard to set, so I’ll stick to the main point. And that is that it totally won me over.
Singin’ in the Rain is a fabulous night out. Great songs, great choreography, lots of colour and pizzazz, fabulous comedic timing, great performances and bucketloads of rain and splashing.
Erika Heynatz is hilarious as Lena Lamont, the silent film star whose screeching voice makes transitioning to the talkies near impossible. Her solo song, What’s Wrong With Me?, was a highlight of the show.
Jack Chambers is brilliant as Cosmo Brown. I spent the whole show feeling that I’d seen him before, and put it down to my general love of musical theatre. It wasn’t until I read the media kit that I realised he was the winner of season 1 of So You Think You Can Dance. Of COURSE he was! He’s JACK! Perhaps they should have called it So You Think You’re a Triple Threat. He still would have won. He completely steals the show, and he does it early with Make ‘Em Laugh.
Gretel Scarlett is wonderful as Kathy Selden. Beautiful dancing (to this untrained eye), beautiful tone (to this long-ago-trained and long-out-of-practice ear), and her crystal clear long notes with late vibrato raised goosebumps. Every time.
Now to the star of the show. Adam Garcia. I realise this opinion may be unpopular, but he falls flat for me. His voice sounds thin beside those of his co-stars. Which is not to say he can’t sing – of course he can. But there were no goosebumps. At times, I almost couldn’t hear him at all.
But the dance numbers. Oh, the dance numbers. During each of them – especially during Broadway Rhythm – I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face. He exuded pure joy, and it was contagious. In fact, it was during Broadway Rhythm that his singing was most impressive, too. “Gotta dance!”
On that note, on to the dancing.
I have no expert words to offer on the choreography, except to say that it is super fun and, to this eye, seamless. The crowd scenes flowed, with all manner of things and cast members flying through the air. Struts met dance met slapstick met caricature faces. So fun to watch. And all in front of fabulous sets.
The venue. Her Majesty’s Theatre is not my favourite venue, and that was as true that night as any. The seats are packed in (my husband commented that it felt like he was on a plane), and are not raked enough for the shorties of the world (which doesn’t include me, but apparently included the loud grumblers sitting behind me).
My husband also asked that I note they do not sell choc tops. He was extremely disappointed with this. Turn around, people. Go home. Nothing to see here.
(Come back. They have Magnums. It’s all good.)
Singin’ in the Rain is a great night out. Highly recommended viewing. Congratulations to the cast and crew, and chookas for the rest of the show’s run.
Singin’ in the Rain is now playing in Melbourne. It’s at Her Majesty’s Theatre until 3 July, before moving on to Sydney, Brisbane, Adelaide, then Perth. All tickets are on sale now.
Just a few suggestions if you’re planning to attend: if you don’t want to get wet, don’t sit near the front. If you’re planning on driving, try your luck on Exhibition Street before heading to a flat rate car park. (We parked directly in front of the venue for $5.00.)
And if you’re as big a fan of choc tops as my husband is, you’ll just have to bring your own.
Have you seen Singin’ in the Rain? What did you think?