Theatre Review: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof @ Novello Theatre

By Zoe Craig Last edited 103 months ago
Theatre Review: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof @ Novello Theatre

James Earl Jones (Big Daddy) and Adrian Lester (Brick) finally talk. Photo by Nobby Clark

It's that time of year again. When you head home at Christmas, and those weird old family tensions resurface. Adult siblings behave like kids; your mother-in-law asks when she'll get to be a grandmother; your dad tells you the same story he's told you the past six times you've been home, ignoring protestations that you've heard it before.

If you're not getting some "quality" family time this Christmas, don't worry: you can get all this awkward family tension and more at Cat on a Hot Tin Roof at the Novello Theatre.

Here's the favourite son, Brick (Hustle's Adrian Lester), drowning himself in drink. His wife, Maggie (the quite wonderful Sanaa Lathan), knows their marriage is failing, but is valiantly trying to talk it back to life. There's the noisy, interfering mother, (Phylicia Rashad) and the pivotal, overbearing, terminally ill father, Big Daddy (James Earl Jones), celebrating not Christmas, but his last birthday. Add to the mix another son and his wife determined to get their hands on the inheritance, and the stage is set for a big ol' Deep South Tennessee Williams cat fight.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof moves in real time, stuck in one quite claustrophobic room, despite the luxuries of the cotton plantation. The first act simmers for a long time before the real boiling points hit; when they do, they're worth the wait. If, at the start, Adrian Lester seems subdued compared to the cheeky chappy you've seen on TV, be patient. His father-son chat with James Earl Jones in the second act sparkles and sears with pain, both physical (Big Daddy's got cancer) and mental (Brick's loss of his friend/lover Skipper has sent him into turmoil).

This fresh-from-Broadway production of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, directed by Debbie Allen, is performed by an all black cast, and pulls the action from the 1950s to the 1980s; for the latter, we're not sure why. There is, of course, a universality about the play. Seeing the Pollitts as an African-American family makes no real difference to the genius of the story: all we saw were more ethnic minorities in a West End theatre audience, which is great. But we couldn't see much 80s styling in Morgan Large's otherwise fantastic set design or in the costumes. All it did was confuse the homosexuality in the story; if this is the 80s, why are the family scared of their son's "too rare to be normal" friendship, like it's the 50s?

Despite this, some other minor niggles (both JEJ and Rashad need to work on their enunciation; it's a shame Mr Lester isn't "bigger" - more threatening - for a wounded football hero), this production certainly falls into the recommendation (but perhaps not quite must-see) category. We loved the way every dark comic possibility was pulled out to make Williams' script shine all the more; Nina Sosanya and Peter De Jersey deserve a mention for keeping the grabbing Gooper and Mae funny, but well-clear of panto; likewise Derek Griffiths' (yay, Play School!) comically inept preacher.

See it if you can, not least because the play itself is a (underperformed) masterpiece.

Tennessee Williams' Cat on a Hot Tin Roof plays at the Novello Theatre until 10 April 2010. Tickets from £10. Call the box office on 0844 482 5170 or shop for tickets online

Last Updated 03 December 2009


Bravo ZoZo for not following the critical herd to four-star adulation of all things JEJ.

I also was underwhelmed - and struck by the correlation between JEJ's second act amateur psycho-analysis of Adrian Lester and the dialogue between Richard Griffith and Daniel Radcliffe on the same stage in Equus. They could have shared the same three-piece suit.

It was quite an uneven production with Adrian Lester's spoken realism conflicting with his Tessa Sanderson parabolas with the crutches, JEJ's stylised pronunciation and Big Mama Phylicia Rashad who seemed to be doing the Cosby show. Of course she is the director's sister which might explain the casting.

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I also was underwhelmed - and struck by the correlation between