The Lion King at London's Lyceum
December 14th 2009 05:03
On a visit to London there are certain tourist imperatives. A night at the theater is one of them.
As a story, the Lion King is one of the all-time greats. It has all the elements of a truly satisfying plot – a bright beginning, an unjust reversal, exile, vindication and happily ever after. It has unforgettable characters – the wise old Mufasa, the reckless young Simba, the sadder and wiser older Simba, the feisty Nala, the evil Scar and his retinue of sly hyenas, the flapping loudmouth Zazu and the wisecracking comics Timon and Pumbaa. It has a spectacular African jungle setting. Then, there are the unforgettable Elton John/Tim Rice music and lyrics.
Before I saw Peter Schneider and Thomas Schumacher’s stage version of the Lion King, at the Lyceum, I couldn't quite clear my mind of dominating Disney images of cuddly lion cubs, rocky bluffs and wild stampedes through deep, dusty canyons. I couldn't quite imagine how African sunrises, hordes of buffalo and gamboling jungle creatures would translate convincingly to the stage.
However, the lLion King is carried off and brilliantly, on stage by ingenious sets, props, costumes, masks and puppets and by a cast of wonderful actors, singers and dancers.
The opening scene is a parade of colour, sound and movement that is almost overwhelming. From the back of the theatre comes a train of giant elephants worked from within by actors. There are giraffes, formed from stilt walkers. Hyenas are half actor-half puppet. The lions are robed in rich, African cloth in kingly reds and gold. Their leonine character is portrayed through masks and head-dresses. A huge feathered head and beak represents Zazu. Dancers dance out fleet footed gazelles, others in coolie hats whirl a background of birds, butterflies and insects across the stage on poles. Wildebeasts are formed from bicycles. Stampedes play out as shadows on a dramatic jungle backdrop. The music, live, is amazing.
The great story works, without all the technical wizardry of film, just with that subtle magic of suggestion and imagination that is the theatre. The proof? - the group of primary school kids across the aisle, hardened and critical veterans of TV and DVD. They were on the edge of their seats, spellbound, open-mouthed and shiny-eyed from beginning to end.
The Lion King at the Lyceum
As a story, the Lion King is one of the all-time greats. It has all the elements of a truly satisfying plot – a bright beginning, an unjust reversal, exile, vindication and happily ever after. It has unforgettable characters – the wise old Mufasa, the reckless young Simba, the sadder and wiser older Simba, the feisty Nala, the evil Scar and his retinue of sly hyenas, the flapping loudmouth Zazu and the wisecracking comics Timon and Pumbaa. It has a spectacular African jungle setting. Then, there are the unforgettable Elton John/Tim Rice music and lyrics.
Before I saw Peter Schneider and Thomas Schumacher’s stage version of the Lion King, at the Lyceum, I couldn't quite clear my mind of dominating Disney images of cuddly lion cubs, rocky bluffs and wild stampedes through deep, dusty canyons. I couldn't quite imagine how African sunrises, hordes of buffalo and gamboling jungle creatures would translate convincingly to the stage.
However, the lLion King is carried off and brilliantly, on stage by ingenious sets, props, costumes, masks and puppets and by a cast of wonderful actors, singers and dancers.
The opening scene is a parade of colour, sound and movement that is almost overwhelming. From the back of the theatre comes a train of giant elephants worked from within by actors. There are giraffes, formed from stilt walkers. Hyenas are half actor-half puppet. The lions are robed in rich, African cloth in kingly reds and gold. Their leonine character is portrayed through masks and head-dresses. A huge feathered head and beak represents Zazu. Dancers dance out fleet footed gazelles, others in coolie hats whirl a background of birds, butterflies and insects across the stage on poles. Wildebeasts are formed from bicycles. Stampedes play out as shadows on a dramatic jungle backdrop. The music, live, is amazing.
The great story works, without all the technical wizardry of film, just with that subtle magic of suggestion and imagination that is the theatre. The proof? - the group of primary school kids across the aisle, hardened and critical veterans of TV and DVD. They were on the edge of their seats, spellbound, open-mouthed and shiny-eyed from beginning to end.
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