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Tim Minchin - Orchestra Tour

“Nothing ruins comedy like arenas, that’s a well established fact. My ego is the only thing you can see clearly from the back”

Sings Tim Minchin beaming with Cheshire cat grin, but when you have the thundering support of a 55 piece orchestra it's easy to be cocky.

As the sound poured through the venue, beating and pulsating into the ears of a full house, I was aware that this wasn’t going to be like any other comedy tour I’d chortled through. Arenas have never been well suited to comedy; words can be lost in the vast emptiness that bands effortlessly fill and any intimacy that runs naturally through smaller venues is lost. Comedy especially, laughter is always more contagious when you’re sitting shoulder to shoulder with it.

Two standing ovations, endless rounds of encores and applause, it’s obvious that Tim Minchin knows how to charm an audience. Even though the majority of the audience are there because of their doting admiration, Tim is more than just a crowd pleaser. He does play up to his popular numbers, reeling them off with ease to hungry fans and clapping hands. However, the set up of the tour and the dusting of new material makes it feel refreshing, instead of a worn out, stagnant regurgitation of used gags.

Minchin is more than just a comic; he’s an intelligent satirist with a modest scientific understanding and secular outlook. His songs preach cuttingly into delicate subjects: romantic love, alternative medicine, prejudices, blind religious following and gingers. His edginess is enough to make the most liberal mind automatically curl up in tangible discomfort. There is an audible gasp as he holds up a copy of the Koran, asking if it is any more special than an edition of Harry Potter and guilty giggles as he rounds off endless expletives about the “mother f***ing pope”. 

In-between the trumpeting fanfares and explosions of sound he ambles through jokes in his own awkward style. To some people this can be uncomfortable to watch as Minchin plays the role of someone not entirely sure of himself. To me, it’s all part of his wondrous comedic touch. As he bursts to life, storming through complex scores with ease, carried away toes tingling the keyboard, jumping around the stage like the “rock n’ roll nerd”. Panting he questions how the foot prints ended up on the lid of the grand piano.    

The gig was fitting with the venue and with Tim himself. It’s what he does best, clearly after sprinkling his magic over the RSC’s Matilda. He’s a musical genius and can fill large venues with only a couple of bars. There’s worry that mixing comedy and music, especially classical music is a foreign concept to audiences.  It’s been dabbled in by Bill Bailey and Flight of the Concords who have both neatly stitched it into their acts but nothing like the size and extravagance of what Minchin has achieved.

Tim Minchin has truly become an “icon for the disenfranchised masses”.

       

     

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Matilda - The Musical (RSC)

Bursting with infectious joy, this dark bedazzling comedy will make the inner child in anybody begin to itch with excitement and mischief.

The RSC makes the transformation of book to stage look easy. With more imagination and naughtiness than my nine year old brain could have ever dreamed up, it’s clear that this isn’t just any musical. Its success has been echoed in the hundreds of rave reviews and the endless line of sold out performances. The RSC haven’t just created a classy children’s show but a hit musical, eagerly anticipating the West End.

The script was written by Dennis Kelly and the lyrics provided by song writing comedian Tim Minchin. Who better to help transport us into the cartoon like world of Matilda, where children are swung by their pig tails, locked up in the miserable chokey and forced to eat unhealthily large proportions of cake. Their playful creation heightens Dahl’s tale of the triumph of curiosity and cleverness over ignorance and vulgarity. Teaming with comedic brilliance, the two have managed to create a seamless production, where the music element never feels forced or awkward. Like Tim Minchin stated, it would be unbelievable if Miss Honey (a shrinking wall flower) was to suddenly burst into a full song and dance, arms and legs flailing. It’s this understanding and passion to get full marks, that makes them such star pupils.    

The audience wasn’t just straight out the playground; it was truly a family affair. The age range of the audience wasn’t simply attributable to adults accompanying enthusiastic, hyped up little ones. Animated faces were gleaming, both young and old. The venue is intimate; the globe-like layout means that you’re close to the action, no matter where you can afford to sit. Its compactness creates an atmosphere unlike any other, you’re literally in touching distant of the performers as they walk between you, or flash past the corner of your eye. However, underneath its magic, it’s fair to say the RSC has quite a middle class following and I can’t say I witnessed anything different. The RSC audiences can carry a whiff of elitism and although this is unintended, it can’t help but make you wrinkle your nose. However, making students and standing tickets available from £5 is a good step towards it becoming more accessible.  

Matilda is refreshingly far from the RSC’s stereotyped Shakespeare productions or even their other shows aimed at a younger audience. Although Matilda has the core unfaultable quality that all RSC productions hold, it’s different. It lacks inhibition, standing bold it glitters and grins with childlike cheek. The RSC have always been top of the class when it comes to children’s theatre; they never talk down to a younger audience, tales are never sugared up and always preserve the original story.

With imagination more extraordinary than Matilda herself, the RSC are the most incredible story tellers with entire universes inside their heads. They are a magical company and this is a truly magical play.