Honk!:
The Ugly Duckling story that grew into something special
Dominic
Cavendish enjoys a revival of Honk! at the Watermill in
Newbury
George Stiles
and Anthony Drewe's light-as-a-feather musical version of
the Hans Christian Andersen "Ugly Duckling" story
Honk! picked up an Olivier Award in 2000 after its run at
the National and has had more than 3,000 productions worldwide.
I doubt, though, that it has enjoyed a more dinkily delightful
outing than it gets in Stephen Dexter's revival at the Watermill
Newbury, where it was first hatched in 1993.
Shivering outside
on the lawn by the stream there are real-life ducks. Inside
the warm, rustic auditorium designer Francis O'Connor has
planted a synthetic duck pond that's brimful of plastic
baubles, creating a lovely aquatic touch whenever anyone
dives in and causes an overspill.
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Strumming and drumming, clucking and fussing, eight actor-musicians
- attended by sundry infants - conjure the farmyard world
into which Ugly is born and which he must leave, in the
face of derision and at the risk of death, to discover his
true identity.
It must be said
that the show doesn't contain any number that outclasses
the Frank Loesser song made famous by Danny Kaye in his
1952 celluloid tribute to Andersen - the one with the earworm
chorus "quack, quack get out of town" - but Stiles's
score is still as fresh as a newly laid egg and brings a
jaunty, brightly coloured emphasis to each stage of our
alienated hero's emotional learning curve, from the anxiously
protective anthem "Hold Your Head Up High" to
the romantic ballad "Now I've Seen You", which
unfurls its contentment with slow, swan-like grace.
With his witty
book and lyrics, Drewe makes sure the potentially earnest
parable is served up with a pie-load of puerile puns - one
of the best being the advice given to a disconsolate Ugly
by a kindly Bullfrog (Simon Slater giving it full Tommy
Cooper value): "You've been preening yourself too much
- you've got down in the mouth."
Mark Anderson,
squawking away and flapping around in a hand-knitted woolly
jumper with overlong arms, makes an eager, fresh-faced,
almost too-handsome Ugly. But then Andersen's tale was always
more about difference than looks - and as such speaks to
all children facing the age-old pressure to flock together.
My six-year-old
son Lucas enjoyed the show and took to Verity Quade as waddling
mother-duck Ida and Philip Reed's devilishly slinky Cat.
Above all, he enjoyed picking up the stray plastic balls
at the end and pitching them back in the pond.
We both agreed
you'd be quackers not to see it.
Until Jan 5.
Tickets: 01635 46044
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Telegraph - 13th December 2007