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A CurtainUp London Review
In The Club
The West End farce elements are there: the set with its connecting doors, the participants being caught in their underwear, the mistaken identities which compound the comedy, the sexual intrigue and the complicated cover-ups to try to put matters right. Philip Wardrobe (James Fleet) is the Euro MP for Northamptonshire living the high life in a Strasbourg hotel suite. He and his girlfriend Nicola (Carla Mendoça) are trying to conceive a baby and her ovulation chart dictates an immediate flight to Strasbourg. Philip is assisted by his very capable Russian PA, Sasha (Sian Brooke), an illegal immigrant and star fixer. Turkey are trying to gain membership of the EC and are willing to pay for influencing the vote; Mehmet (Gary Oliver) is willing to fork out millions of Euros in his country’s cause. Wardrobe is not averse to financial incentives to swing the vote and has ambitions to be the president of the European Parliament. Frau Flugelhammerlein (Carol Macready) is a rather dour and censorious German MEP, and the foxy Beatrice Renard (Anna Francolini) leads the French contingent and has set her designs on Philip. Andre (Huw Higginson) pretends to be a Belgian Euroglot plumber but is in fact ….. but there I have said enough! The interesting thing about In The Club is how credible everyone is, even in these ridiculous situations. It is probably due to James Fleet’s acting skill with tip top timing and David Grindley’s impeccable direction that our disbelief is suspended. How else could we believe that any sane individual would think that walking around with Twiglets* between your toes could help cure Athlete’s Foot? But it also has to be down to Richard Bean’s inventive but closely observed wit. The fuschia pink sex toys sent with a letter demanding that their European manufacturer be investigated is rumbled immediately by Wardrobe as a practical joke from the guys in the pub in his constituency and just what they would get up to after a night on the booze. It seems mean to select out individual performances when the whole cast does so very well but I did enjoy Richard Moore’s Socialist with a blunt, Yorkshire talent for saying the politically incorrect. Jonathan Fensom’s substantial and plush hotel set is perfect and so are the costumes down to Wardrobe’s elegant red braces and matching socks. *Twig shaped savoury cocktail snack There are only three more weeks that In The Club is due to run at Hampstead so book it now or you’ll be paying West End prices on transfer, and if this doesn’t transfer, West End theatre owners need their ‘eads examining.
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