Monty Panto and the 12(ish) Labours – Bedlam Theatre, Edinburgh

Dominic Corr

Dec 1

Written by Miki Ivan and Fiona Connor

Directed by Miki Ivan

Musical Direction by Freya White

Tickets from £6.00

Rating: 3 out of 5.

The idea of centring a pantomime off the backs of Greecian and Christian mythos is gutsy; in credit to writers Miki Ivan and Fiona Connor, it's also a clever and well-devised one. Utilising the Greek pantheons' relationship with the emerging God of the Christian faith, fast becoming the numero uno, offers an engaging dynamic, leading to a frankly hilarious set-up in which the son of god finds their life cut even shorter. Mixed with an abstractive choice of humour which rings of the Monty Python crew's landmark routines and films (the whole show captures that Holy Grail and Spamalot vibe), Monty Python and the 12(ish) Labours promises to be as sharply well-devised as it is outlandishly enjoyable.

Making a merciful deviation from the rest of Edinburgh's pantomime season, the Bedlam Theatre panto always departs from the traditional – with a fresh premise featuring new songs, routines, characters, and plots. Monty Python and the 12(ish) Labours is no different – featuring most of the beats of a recognisable pantomime, with a few additional elements which stand it apart. Conceptually, that Hera frames Zeus' son Hercules as the murderer of Jesus Christ is bewilderingly bold if only the gusto in creation carried into the chutzpah of the whole cast.

As the Almighty one themselves, Eleanor Kinninmonth delivers a subtle and more humorous and quick-witted delivery than the script allows. Their softer, more refined use of comedy balances the more anarchist styles of Seamus Coyle's villainous Hera, Queen of the gods, and serves a distinctive style of sass, venom, and the very model of modern major hunty. Ex-pals, ex-lovers, and vying for the position of the top dog of the omnipotent world, the pair's meddling and bickering make for some excellent routines and comedy, with Coyle's solo vocals and presence a powerhouse, makes for an engaging sense of character – particularly when they cross paths with a rod-wielding lothario…

Tying these two together is the lad your pals have warned you about, who you cannot change (despite what you think), and who likely hasn't paid for a meal in aeons. But by lord, he's good at a party that Zeus. A revolting concoction of an early Etonian colliding with a Surfer dude, Jacob Jolliffe's nonchalant delivery brings such a silly sense of humour that you can't help but adore the character. Even if he is an arse. But Zeus did do one good thing, siring the demi-god who brought the world a spiffing Disney gospel musical: Hercules.

Never has a gym bro been more acceptable than with Charlie Ringrose's Hercules, our loveable hero and Panto goodie tasked with fulfilling these ~~useless~~ noble labours - when all they really want is to have a ciggy. Possibly the strongest (all puns intended) asset to the production, Ringrose's delivery shifts from the exasperated to the playful as Hercules, as they are tasked with slaying dragons and hunting out everyone's favourite singer/physicist Brian Cox, played with mirth by Asta Knight, who turns in a well-devised spin on some Gilbert & Sullivan and makes theoretical physics fun with Lewis Eggeling's lyrics.

Monty Panto and the 12(ish) Labours stumbles occur openly, but never to the extent where enjoyment wanes. There's an imbalance with Ivan and Connor's writing – requiring a second thought to grasp entirely what the joke was but occasionally constructed with a sharp wit and engaging concept. It's a demonstration of less being more; Hermes endlessly delivers letters to and from the deities (and Jarred and Howard) is a highlight of fast-paced comedy and exaggerated physical comedy, and works triumphantly. Alice Sikora never disappoints as the messenger god, brimming with energy and commitment to the bit, delivering some of the strongest one-liners and exasperated expressions to the bickering gods.

A wide array of ensemble performers, side routines and variety skits make up the bulk of the show while our principal mains like Zeus are off doing *censored*, other things. The quality shifts for these lightly comedic to musical moments (special mention to Tara Healy's twist on Moana's Shiny), but they often share one significant issue which could propel Monty Panto into a smash-hit experience: projection. Lucie Benninghaus, Aytac Kagan Cura, Martyna Lipok, and Alexander Németh all give it a good go, even turning in some unexpected winners like the Falafel vendor, cursed by Hades to sell an endless supply of themed wraps. When characters are delivered with gusto – even the most groan-inducing gags are sold with confidence, but here there's a distinct lack of stage presence from some performers.

It's difficult for those who may not carry the same level of confidence or technique when it comes to vocals, but the beauty of Panto is no one expects Pavarotti or Tay Tay - the audience is here to have fun and embrace the ridiculousness. There are attempts at the more traditional Panto elements of audience interaction (shout out to Gavin for being a terrific sport) and a singing contest, but they do come over as a touch trite and stapled in for the sake of it. The cast can work the crowds, Sikora and Ringrose becoming almost violent in ensuring the crowd is giving it their all and could likely handle a few more inclusive moments of shlocky panto magic.

Irrespective, what Monty Panto and the 12(ish) Labours has going for it is the quintessential core of a pantomime: variety, fun, and spirit. There's an effort here, sterling work from across the board, and an evident insight that the team are here to offer up a good time and to enjoy themselves. Bold, occasionally filthy, with a good go and a splash more welly, the Bedlam Theatre Pantomime will entertain, tickle, and blow off some steam from a busy semester.

Plenty of Variety, Fun, and Spirit

Monty Panto and the 12(ish) Labours runs at Bedlam Theatre until December 2nd. Wednesday - Saturday at 19.30pm
Running time - Two hours with one interval
Photo credit - Thomas Penketh Photography