I have only just read Honour Bayes‘ article for The Guardian’s Theatre Blog today. In short, she calls for theatre companies to abandon the cute, the twee and the whimsical, and show a preference for grit, daring and, well, balls. In her words, she’s “getting a little fed up of ‘enchanting’ theatre. You know the kind: shows awash with cute animations, overhead projections and ukulele soundtracks.”
When I had read the article, it was directly after seeing the brilliant new Scorcese film Hugo, which has enough cutesy wonder to possibly send Honour into fits of dry-retching, and yet it had me captivated from the word go. In fact, if I submit a list of favourite films, most of them would fit in this category, with Science of Sleep, Amelie and Midnight in Paris featuring quite highly. Apart from the obvious francophilia, these films are all imaginative, playful and slightly twee exercises in storytelling. Similarly, my favourite theatre experiences have probably been shows like The Wonderful World of Hugh Hughes, Nevermore and pretty much anything by Ronnie Burkett, where wonder and imagination take a huge amount of precedence over the grittiness of reality, or trying to confront the audience like in Blasted or Audience.
In short, I feel I need to make some form of defence against “feelgood theatre”…
To begin with, it’s important to consider the context. People don’t like hearing the phrase ‘in the current economic climate’. However, as I have drawn attention to this fact, it allows me to use the phrase. What quite often happens in harsh economic times, is a resurgence in creative forms of escapism. The 1920s saw this with the golden age of cinema, and the birth of the modern comic book. It makes sense, as when the entire world is looking pretty scummy, what is more appealing? A gritty, confronting piece that makes you challenge your views on the current government, or a piece of escapism that enchants you, makes you excited about life and sparks your creativity? I’m not saying that daring theatre can’t do this, but it’s not its particular forte…
Speaking of feelings, there’s also something to be said about the way a truly imaginative and charming pieces of feelgood theatre can make you feel. I’m not just talking about the warm, excited feeling you get from grinning from ear to ear for 90 minutes, but that spark that feelgood theatre can often give you that makes you want to create. It’s hard to encapsulate the feeling, but I’ve tried to sum it up before as ‘that feeling that makes you want to go out and do something’. Not in a reactionary way, but in a way that contributes something creatively to the world, in the hope that you will make someone else smile and pass on the same feeling.
I’ve been accused before of being an eternal optimist, but in my opinion, it’s the quirky ‘feelgood’ theatre that we need more of. I’m not saying shelve the stuff that Punchdrunk are doing, or Lyric’s recent spate of confronting theatre like Blasted and Saved. All I’m saying is that in my books, there is definitely room for more inspiring, fun, creative, whimsy. Thinking of Hugo, why not doing some stage adaptations of Georges Méliès a la Kneehigh’s gorgeous adaptation of Umbrellas of Cherbourg?
Any thoughts?









