A Mad World My Masters

By Robert Iles - 14th Jun 2013

A Mad World My Masters is not subtle, in fact it makes the 'Carry On' films look like nuanced studies of human relationships. Written by Thomas Middleton, it was first performed in 1605 and is a bawdy romp through Jacobean London bursting at the seams with sexual innuendo. This production, set in 1950’s Soho, moves at breakneck speed, dazzles with colour and music but for me missed the mark. I will hold my hands up and say that this is not my kind of show, the vaudevillian humour and stylings leave me cold, I prefer comedy that sneaks up on me and takes me by surprise, I don’t enjoy being beaten around the head with it.

That's not to say that the show is bad. There are some fine comic performances, particularly from John Hopkins as Penitent Brothel, the conflicted, guilt ridden, would be lover whose imagined descent into hell with his married lover was a highlight of the evening. In fact the whole company is strong, Philip Goulding is an amazingly energetic Dick Follywit and Sarah Ridgeway eases her way through several accents and a variety of guises as Truly Kidman. The action was interspersed with songs, the company being supported by a terrific band led by singer Linda John Pierre - fabulous voice and a joy to listen to.

I am happy to concede that I am in a minority by not loving this show and judging by the audience reaction this will be a popular ticket, and indeed why not. It may not suit me but it absolutely suited everyone else.