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REVIEW: Fame The Musical @Congress Theatre, Eastbourne

Fame The Musical

Congress Theatre, Eastbourne

September 3, 2019

There was a palatable buzz in the brand new and very comfortable seating of the Congress Theatre for this touring production of Fame the Musical. But then, the opening number thundered in with very loud amplification making some of the singers fuzzy and quite a few lighting cues missed failed to light up the sky like a flame!

There was some problematic messaging going on too, a very vulgar early song to ‘set in context’ the sexism of the times, but it failed to be anything but a smutty hard-on wink, wink song. Some token racism and exploration of privilege was a welcome return to the Original Fame premise of challenging intersectional story-lines and serious emotional commitment, but then failed to go any further. Later, the same character after calling a woman a ‘bitch’ and not challenged on his behaviour, goes on to sing a song of triumph and is not called out on his misogyny or toxic masculinity.

Then there’s the running joke of the ‘is he, is he not gay’ character who turns out, in the final cloying love duet, to be not gay which means all the previous stuff about his gayness were jokes. Seriously, I mean, seriously………. I’d bailed long before this and had started playing cliché bingo with it.

Would one dancer do a back flip, tick, would a person of colour die, tick, would two empowered women square off, tick, token problematic food issues, tick and done for laughs, double tick and wince, dick jokes, tick, dick jokes, tick, dick jokes tick…..etc.

The costume was all over the place; only one pair of very thin leg warmers was apparent, ruck sacks from H&M, etc.  Even the static set, clever on first sight to suggest an American year book was distracting by the first act and the images seemed to be a decade or more out in dress and hair, I checked later; they were. The characters psychological drive and development is dismal, one line for most of them. One line.

Mica Paris as Miss Sherman gives us the stand out moment of the night, with a perfect rendition of These Are My Children which pulled all the right musical levers, giving us all the emotional range of that superb voice of hers, but she alone was not enough to raise this mechanical musical mehh up off the ground. Her brilliance threw a hell of lot of shade on the mediocre material this superb cast were forced to work with. Fittingly enough the final encore song gave the audience what they had come for, and showed that when given strong enough material and lyrics this cast could shine.

The cast, are excellent – they sing wonderfully and dance well. Jamal Kane Crawford when allowed to gleam, gives us a superbly athletic performance and they all generally fizz with energy and excitement.

It’s the pro’s behind this who let them down, the two dimensional choreography, the lack lustre song choice, banal lyrics, the bizarre lack of any real narrative arc and some dodgy dated inclusions which don’t work.  Characters quoting Gone with the Wind rather than Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, the dance hinted at Katy Perry rather than Jackson’s Thriller. One wondered if the creative director and producer had even watched any of the original series, the audience certainly had.

I moved in the interval up to the circle, as the sound was too loud in the stalls, and although the acoustic experience was slightly better and the second half promised much, it again didn’t ‘ride your heart ’til it breaks’.  I overheard some comments from other audience members during the interval echoing my thoughts about the unbalanced amplification.

Fame holds a special place in the hearts of many people, both TV series and film excelled in exploring the complex emotional lives of young people working hard against all the odds to follow their dreams. This show, although technically good and blessed with an obvious talented cast, failed  to engage on any emotional level, only scored once or twice and was much, much less than the sum of its parts.

My companion, a big Fame fan, left unsatisfied, commenting there were not enough dancers on stage to fill the loo,  although she was pleased that Mica Paris and Stephanie Rojas (as Carmen) had followed through on the promise of high energy gripping entertainment and enthralled us with their stand out songs.

“Baby, look at me

And tell me what you see

You ain’t seen the best of me yet

Give me time

I’ll make you forget the rest. “

Sigh, we wish…..

The Congress Theatre itself was a joy to explore, fully refurbished, comfortable seating, reasonable prices, friendly informed staff, probably the most accessible theatre in the South East and with a real commitment to inclusive ideas around accessing space. It’s a triumph of what can be done when vision, passion, and some substantial investment is made in ageing infrastructure. The Congress is now set for the next phase of its life; let’s hope some of the entertainments offered can live up to the high bar this superb venue sets.

For more info or to book tickets see the Congress Website here 

Michael Wall R.I.P: 21.4.1975 – 8.8.2019 – Farewell my darling

Back in the early part of 2004, in the bad old days of Gaydar, I was innocently surfing around when a young Irishman popped his head over the parapet and said Hi.

Mike Wall: 21.4.1975 - 8.8.2019
Mike Wall: 21.4.1975 – 8.8.2019

HE turned out to be one of life’s exceptional men, although I didn’t know that at the time. Some weeks later we met, in Dublin, he lived in Galway and he cheekily bought himself a ticket to come to Brighton, not knowing how well we would get on. If it hadn’t gone well he would have simply thrown the ticket away. He liked Brighton and so after a few months moved over to live with me.

Michael Wall was quite simply one of life’s brightest, charming, intelligent and wonderful people anyone could wish for. We fell hopelessly in love, eventually, and settled into domestic bliss. We got Civil Partnered in 2006 and upgraded to marriage in 2014, happiness forever.

Some years later he was diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety, as a result of childhood abuse and professional homophobia.  Over the next few years he became very anxious and depressed but we continued with our very happy and almost idyllic life and were managing his condition – changing jobs a few times while developing some skills that were very much in demand. But during the past few years his illness did not improve and he started drinking, this is the classic self medication a lot of depressed people take.

In June 2019, he felt the need for a rest and decided to take a few months off from the most perfect job he had ever had. Everything seemed to be fine but over the course of one weekend he drank a lot, this resulted in many visits to hospital but usually coming home with a reasonable clean bill of health.

On Thursday August  8, 2019 he felt quite ill and collapsed in my arms suffering from a cardiac arrest, his heart had simply stopped and he died. He was just 44 and in the standard clichés of these things still had the best part of his and our life ahead.

Living with a lover with depression is very challenging but loving him as much as I do this really didn’t matter and we coped quite well.  His sudden death has turned the light out in my life, he will always be with me in our home and moreover in my heart.

To say that I will miss him is the most ridiculous understatement possible, my world has been destroyed and that is not too dramatic. Of course my life will go on, quite how and why is difficult to say. We are not religious at all but I like to think that one day, who knows, I maybe with him again. So this is farewell my darling but I will never say goodbye.

Michael has been a regular Gscene columnist for the last eleven years.

Obituary by Roger Wheeler

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