This morning we finally got to see the Hare and the Tortoise at the Studio. The last time I had tickets Phoebe was sick and we didn’t think friends or actors would appreciate a vomiting bug for Christmas so I rearranged. Obviously that means I’ve paid twice but it was still worth it.
As you may have noticed by now I’m not the best at reviewing plays. My main problem is I don’t like to be negative because I want to support drama and I usually rate the actors tremendously and wouldn’t want them to be upset.
It’s especially hard for me to review children’s theatre because, well, I’m 36. And I rather like a bit more of a plot than three year olds do.
In the case of the Hare and the Tortoise the plot is understandably limited. There was a Hare, who did everything too fast, and a tortoise, who somewhat predictably didn’t. The set was funky, acting great (especially the gurning), and the accordion playing was good. Although I don’t exactly have a benchmark for that one.
The play culminated in, you guessed it, a race. You can probably work out who won.
The best bit of attending any kind of children’s theatre for me is the audience. The girl in front of us found the whole thing hilarious and the children joined in to help the Hare count which would have been very helpful if some of them hadn’t got the number six in the wrong place.
I spent some time watching the other parents sneakily glancing at their children to see what expressions they were wearing. Just like we were doing. Phoebe’s face was often of glee. So the plot clearly didn’t need jazzing up for the primary audience.
When they turned the lights off at the end Phoebe said “but now I can’t see anything”. She’s nothing if not logical.
So the girls definitely enjoyed it and that’s what counts. Tilly likes pretty much any experience that doesn’t contain peril. Phoebe immediately said:
“Can we watch it again?”, “When is something else on at the theatre?” and “I absolutely loved it”. They can write that review on the flyers if they like.
So “when is something else on at the theatre?”. Well in the Sheffield Theatres Spring programme there isn’t. Not if you are three anyway. Unless you count the Chuckle Brothers and despite whatever our builder says I just can’t.
Looks like we might have to look further afield for something to take her to. Buxton has tonnes of stuff on. Although the plot to Percy the Park Keeper isn’t exactly a roller coaster. I guess if I need a lift I’ll just look at the girls’ faces instead.