Monday, 3 March 2025

OPERA REVIEW POLLY (THE HEARTBREAK OPERA) THE LOWRY, SALFORD


This feminist and modernised pop musical adaptation of John Gay’s once-banned 18th century ballad

opera is vibrant, energetic, and sends up anything and everything going. The performance was

presented by Sharp Teeth at the Lowry, Salford.

Four female performers played all the characters between them, on Sam Wilde’s simple set

featuring some glitter and neon and extendable palm trees. The cast had taken the characters and

plot-line of John Gay’s forgotten sequel to “The Beggar’s Opera” and created their own script from

it, with a great deal of irrelevance and caricature – particularly for the male characters! Eighteen

original pop songs were composed by Ben Osborne, and the general effect was of a hen party in the

Caribbean with beer-bellied drag kings and beatbox pirates. It was bonkers, but immense fun.

Taking a sort of narrator role was Madeline Shann as The Poet. Dressed as an uber-elegant

Elizabethan jester, she glided around the staged spraying sardonic looks, and guided us from one

ludicrous scene to another. This is a story about Macheath’s three wives all coming to track him

down after he’s been transported to the Caribbean for his crimes and then set up a successful

pirating enterprise. Trafficking, sexual harassment, and a pregnant woman swimming across the

Atlantic Ocean all feature: – Shann’s almost unmovable face and dry voice kept everything plausible.

Polly Peachum, just eighteen and having her “Hello”-magazine style wedding with her East End

gangster parents in attendance, was played with great verve by Eleanor Nawal. She got the tone of

the overly excited upper-crust debutante (her parents had sent her to an expensive convent school)

perfectly.

Jenny Diver, the hard-nosed prostitute and businesswoman, was given sharp dynamism by Norma

Butikofer. This was doubled with Butikofer strutting around in tight Union Jack shorts as Mr Ducat,

the governor of the island, who beneath the comedy also had an unpleasant line in sleazing onto

hapless indentured housemaids.

Lucy Lockitt, the pregnant jailor’s daughter who helps Macheath escape, was played with daft

warmth by Marie Hamilton. Hamilton doubled as the sly matron Mrs Trapes, who gets Polly into

trouble on the cruise ship and then sells her to Mr Ducat once on shore; and she triumphed as

Macheath himself, portrayed as an older manipulative and misogynist Lothario in tasteless flashy

jewellery and clothing.

Hamilton is seven months’ pregnant in real life, and featured this in Macheath’s costume by having a

large exposed protruding belly – as many middle-aged men do. Charmingly during the performance,

Hamilton junior woke up and spent ten minutes doing a very noticeable baby dance behind the

tightly-stretched skin of Hamilton mater’s stomach, upstaging everything else on the stage. (Never

work with children or animals.)

Director Stephanie Kempson kept a tight handle on a wildly riotous show, and the spirit of John Gay

lived on once more.

Reviewer Thalia Terpsichore 14/5/24

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