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Somewhere that's green: Potty the Plant at Wiltons Music Hall

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"I'm Potty the Plant," sings a potted plant in this odd little fringe concept of a show. It's hard not to get the tune out of your head, even if the show is brief. It's an earworm for a show that features a worm-like plant as a puppet. And given the show's brevity, running at only an hour, it's hard to get too annoyed by a lack of a coherent story, even if it still seems like the show could use a bit more development (which is underway). It has made its London debut at Wilton's Music Hall. The premise is that Potty, the plant, lives in the hospital office of Dr Acula (geddit?) and dreams of a life with the cleaning lady Miss Lacey (Lucy Appleton). But Dr Acula might be responsible for why all these children are disappearing while trying to romance Miss Lacey for her family's money that she doesn't have. Three nurses are on the case, trying to solve the mystery.  If the show settled on a convincing plot, location and set of characters, it could ...

La vie en rose: Dead Royal @Ovalhouse


Charbonnel et Walker pink champagne truffle boxes are piled up in an apartment. A video is hooked up playing Gone With The Wind. I’ve Seen That Face Before is playing in the background. And then Chris Ioan Roberts as Wallis Simpson vomits pink muck all over blue and white floor.

Is it an aversion to seafood that she does not want to admit for fear of being considered too common? Or was it too many Charbonnel et Walker truffles? Whatever the cause you are left without any doubt that for the next sixty minutes you are in for a show that is going to be camp and dirty.


Dead Royal, which has concluded its run at Oval House theatre makes use of original quotes drawn from interviews with Wallis Simpson and Diana Spencer.  The premise is that in 1981 on the eve of the royal wedding, Wallis invites Diana to warn her to flee the impending marriage - before she too is considered someone willing to crawl over broken glass to grab a royal title.

Chris Ioan Roberts performs both roles. Here Wallis is like a faded southern belle, forgetting the names of the help, while Diana is a bit thick, finding it too hard to read a book so she spends all day making it look like the book has been read.

With frequent pop culture references, mix tapes and video recordings the work draws on what is known (or purportedly known) about the two as Roberts moves about a gaudy room that has overdosed in eighties pastels and sickly sweet perfume.

Wallis and the rest of the Royal Family get more barbs thrown at them than Diana (perhaps it is still too soon to be making the same sort of deeply offensive and vulgar observations about her).

It is a fascinating premise although part through I did wonder whether it would have more impact if the dual roles were played by a woman.

Still the piece is less about the women depicted and more about their enduring legacy as icons of their age. Look out for where it goes next. But steer clear of the truffles and seafood.

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