Naked Boys Singing

Conceived by Robert Schrocknaked boys singing

Arts Theatre

Directed by Phil Willmott

Musical Director Leigh Thompson

Designed by Nigel Hook

Choreographed by Andrew Wright

Lighting design by Peter Bragg

Arts Theatre

6 – 7 Great Newport Street London WC2H 7JB

Call +44 (0) 845 017 5584 Tickets £15 – £17.50

Joint ticket with Fucking Men £25  – £30

Fucking Men: Tues – Sat 7.30pm

Naked Boys Singing: Tues – Sat 9.30pm

Running time 1 Hour 30 mins with no intermission

Limited Season

Congratulations, it’s a Bouncing Boy

The most amusing thing about this show is the sight of a lot of penises wobbling and flapping about. They really are quite comical, having a life of their own, especially when their owners are bouncing around themselves entertaining the good folks who paid money to see them showing off their talents.

The owners of the penises displayed impressive amounts of energy and goodwill towards some clever writing and choreography, but when it came to a showdown the penises won hands (or should that be pants) down. The competition fell short of the professional brilliance this potentially slick and amusing review show needed to demonstrate that nudity is a bonus, not the main thing. Without the penis’ contribution there really was not enough to hold ones interest.

Director Phil Willmott tells in his programme notes that the first time his cast revealed all in rehearsal it was ‘an occasion of great joy, celebration and laughter’. Pity this was not so on the night. The bit by bit removal of clothes as the numbers went by became merely a silly extended strip tease, and ultimately not worth the wait. When the time came and there was nothing left to hide, the result was simply to wonder: ‘was that all you could think of?’

This production has been wowing audiences in the Off Broadway scene because the numbers were sung and danced superbly, rivalling anything on Broadway itself. The actors’ commitment in this production will no doubt  bring joy, celebration and laughter to fringe audiences, but when performed individually the unamplified voices were thin, sometimes inaudible, and certainly not likely to rival the shows across the road.

Ultimately this is a minor entertainment, relying on the title and little else to bring in the audiences.

Somewhat recommended

Saul Reichlin

London correspondent

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