In one or another guise the archetypal story of Beauty and the Beast has been with us since Apuleuis’ Cupid and Psyche. For a particularly imaginative retelling readers might want to refer their children to Bellinda and the Monster as told by Italo Calvino. The stage adaptation of Disney’s animated film is of course the cutesy version.

The producers, Pieter Toerien and Hazel Feldman, and resident director Alan Swerdlow, must be congratulated on pulling off a local production that tops the Broadway version. Perfectly cast, Jonathan Roxmouth (Gaston) is in an elite class; Talia Kodesh (Belle) more than measures up and can kick like a burlesque chorus girl; and comic Neville Thomas (Cogsworth) is faultless.

Aimed specifically at children as it is, of the corporate family musicals this is probably the best in terms of having something decent to say. It is about otherness, the courage to be different, about looking through the superficial and the fashionable, and it encourages the reading of books. However, in competition with video games (global sales of which now surpass DVDs and CDs in turnover), the high tech effects endeavour to create a complete illusion that leaves nothing to the child’s imagination.

The critic may gasp at its visual gaudiness, chafe at the over amplification of the orchestra which removes its live quality, may wince at the script’s endless corny puns, yawn at the derivative, cloying and formulaic score, but children, and probably most adults, will be captivated by its ebullience and irresistible pantomime charms.

Cheap in comparison to what you’d pay elsewhere in the world, tickets are nevertheless expensive for South African families, but audiences should consider that there are probably only two theatres on our entire continent that can stage this high-tech spectacle. Cape Town should count itself lucky to be able to pull of such a feat in a relatively small venue.

Photo: R Coudyzer

Photo: R Coudyzer


None of the South African productions of foreign musicals that have run in Cape Town have come even close to trumping producer Hazel Feldman’s superlative 2005 staging of the sexed-up Broadway revival version of Chicago. Its return two years later for a short season is most welcome. The musical itself hasn’t dated at all. The wicked ways of this world never do.

Good news is that all the leads are even better this time around, starting with Amra Faye Wright who went on to perform the role of Velma Kelly in the West End and on Broadway. Her co-stars Samantha Peo (Roxie Hart) and Ilse Klink (Matron Mama Morton) are now far from being overshadowed. The only lead change – Craig Urbani replaces Drummond Marais as the shyster lawyer Billy Flynn – is an improvement too.
And under the baton of the dependable Bryan Schimmel the 14-piece onstage orchestra delivers as well as ever.

The only backsliding is in the dancing. There are fewer dancers this time and more than half of them are new – a problem that probably arose from a short rerun season. A number of the present company are in poor form and don’t cope with Bob Fosse’s inhuman choreography. Yet, this doesn’t ultimately spoil what is a great evening at the theatre.