house mate and I are standing in the press reception at Jack And
The Beanstalk wondering how we managed to end up here on a Saturday
night. Small children are dashing around our feet throwing balloons
over our mulled wine.
27 I am about as detached from the little children as it's possible
to be. I don't have any children of my own, I don't go anywhere
where there are children and nobody I know has children, yet everywhere
you look tonight they move like one contiguous mass and it's hilarious.
Jeremy Stern's interview with the baddie Malice
the seat next to me a small child peers down from his raised pillow,
clutching a bag of sweets as big as his torso. He rocks, kicks and
fidgets incessantly like an angry mongoose in a bottle, his flailing
little legs kicking mine without any of the stifled concern for
personal space that accompanies adults at the theatre. All this
together with the little chap in front waving a sparkling light
sword right in my line of view could have become tiresome, didn't.
panto is all about the kids and as they say in the cartoons, if
you can't beat 'em, join 'em. By the end of the story Paul and I
were standing up singing the songs with the rest of the adults trying
to out-do the kids. We'd be shouting, "He's behind you!"
whenever the mighty giant appeared and we'd be booing whenever Malice
crept out of the shadows.
be put off because this panto doesn't have anyone from the cast
of neighbours, it is a really slick production packed with loads
of great effects, and as the dad next to me said, "It's just
great family entertainment." I can't really say anything more
about the standard panto format it's tried and tested, what more
do you want?