Matt Lucas stand-in produces '˜frenzied standing ovation' at Chichester

When the first person to appear on stage is director Daniel Evans with a microphone in hand and not a hint of a tap dance in his step, you know that there is trouble ahead.

Wednesday, 11th July 2018, 12:28 pm
Updated Tuesday, 17th July 2018, 6:45 pm
Caroline Quentin stars in Me and My Girl at Chichester Festival Theatre. Picture by Johan Persson
Caroline Quentin stars in Me and My Girl at Chichester Festival Theatre. Picture by Johan Persson

The main musical production at Chichester Festival Theatre is not merely an anchor for the entire season, each year it has delivered one smash hit after another direct to the West End.

So when Evans told the first night audience that the star of his Me And My Girl revival Matt Lucas had been ordered by doctors to rest his throat there was an audible gasp before the packed house rallied.

The role of Bill Snibson - the rough and ready lovable Cockney who suddenly finds he is a member of the landed gentry - could have been written for Lucas.

It has an endearing bluff campness about it, a real warmth and an earthy humour.

Instead, understudy Ryan Pidgen with just a few hours’ notice not only had to master the part, overcome a potential tsunami of first night nerves, keep his supporting cast calm, and deliver a performance that would make Lucas proud.

That he did it in spades driving the reserved audience to a frenzied standing ovation is testament to something approaching theatrical magic.

He did, of course, have the advantage that every aspect of this production – set, choreography, costumes - is near perfect.

Even the music is pretty good - once you have got George Formby’s enduring rendition of Leaning on a Lamp Post out your head.

Like other recent productions, the 1930s notion of class is at the heart of the story.

In this version, Bill must prove to estate executors Sir John Tremayne (Clive Rowe) and Maria, Duchess of Dene (Caroline Quentin) that he has fully adopted the manners of an aristocrat in order to secure his inheritance.

His girl Sally Smith (Alex Young) knows she faces the same challenge.

We are then knee deep in My Fair Lady territory - a parallel which the self-deprecating script doesn’t hesitate to reference and which an informed audience instantly recognizes.

If the historic scene involving dancing suits of armour seemed a touch laboured and the head of the conductor bobbing at stage level slightly distracting, these are mere details.

The final stomping applause for Young and in particular Pidgen brought a well-deserved tear of pride to the eye of Quentin who sang, tapped, and acted her way through the whole show with the precision of the star she assuredly is.

This play is about class and it is a class act. It will join its predecessors heading straight to the West End from Chichester.