Wendy & Peter Pan at the Barbican theatre has left this reviewer underwhelmed by a sugary spectacle that fails to land. Despite its promise as a feminist reimagining of JM Barrie's classic tale, Ella Hickson's production from 2013 has not aged well.
Hannah Saxby's Wendy is a particularly puzzling choice, given her character's supposed emotional depth and complexity. Instead, she plays the damsel in distress, treading a fine line between uncertainty, self-deprecation, and guilt - but ultimately resorting to unearned bravado with Tink (Charlotte Mills) and Tiger Lily (Ami Tredrea). The chemistry between Wendy and Peter Pan, played by Daniel Krikler, is uncomfortable, especially when the latter's awkward, hormonal infatuation becomes increasingly cringe-worthy.
The production's reliance on spectacle cannot compensate for its narrative shortcomings. Dazzling lights and video projections designed by Taiki Ueda overwhelm the stage at times, but also detract from more nuanced moments. The aerial work is impressive, if not particularly integrated into the story. Meanwhile, the Jolly Roger sails majestically onto the stage - a welcome respite in an otherwise chaotic mess.
Shuhei Kamimura's music sounds like it belongs to a generic "buccaneer action film" score, and its cranked-up volume is grating at times. The choreography, courtesy of Lucy Hind, does provide some much-needed calm, but even this cannot rescue the show from its overall senselessness.
Captain Hook (Toby Stephens) channels his inner pantomime villain with eerie accuracy, while Tink's cockney fairy persona feels like a lazy cash-grab. The once-radical feminist twist now appears as a soulless stage juggernaut, more suited to Christmas and panto fare than meaningful storytelling.
Ultimately, this production is a cheap sugar rush of spectacle that fails to hit the mark. Even with some notable physical performances from Harrison Claxton's crocodile and Scott Karim's Smee, it is not enough to redeem the show's many shortcomings.
Hannah Saxby's Wendy is a particularly puzzling choice, given her character's supposed emotional depth and complexity. Instead, she plays the damsel in distress, treading a fine line between uncertainty, self-deprecation, and guilt - but ultimately resorting to unearned bravado with Tink (Charlotte Mills) and Tiger Lily (Ami Tredrea). The chemistry between Wendy and Peter Pan, played by Daniel Krikler, is uncomfortable, especially when the latter's awkward, hormonal infatuation becomes increasingly cringe-worthy.
The production's reliance on spectacle cannot compensate for its narrative shortcomings. Dazzling lights and video projections designed by Taiki Ueda overwhelm the stage at times, but also detract from more nuanced moments. The aerial work is impressive, if not particularly integrated into the story. Meanwhile, the Jolly Roger sails majestically onto the stage - a welcome respite in an otherwise chaotic mess.
Shuhei Kamimura's music sounds like it belongs to a generic "buccaneer action film" score, and its cranked-up volume is grating at times. The choreography, courtesy of Lucy Hind, does provide some much-needed calm, but even this cannot rescue the show from its overall senselessness.
Captain Hook (Toby Stephens) channels his inner pantomime villain with eerie accuracy, while Tink's cockney fairy persona feels like a lazy cash-grab. The once-radical feminist twist now appears as a soulless stage juggernaut, more suited to Christmas and panto fare than meaningful storytelling.
Ultimately, this production is a cheap sugar rush of spectacle that fails to hit the mark. Even with some notable physical performances from Harrison Claxton's crocodile and Scott Karim's Smee, it is not enough to redeem the show's many shortcomings.