Monster Raving Loony
Soho Theatre
Reviewed on Thrusday 19th May 2016
★★★
“Yes, it’s a joke. Yes, it’s a political party”, asserts
Samuel James’ Screaming Lord Sutch in James Graham’s new play Monster Raving Loony. And with those
eight words, he captures the spirit of the Monster Raving Loony Party and the
fiercely paradoxical tone of its subversive, satirical, and essential voice in
British politics. Graham’s play, which takes a kaleidoscopic look at Sutch’s
life through a set of homages to famous British comedy shows, is exuberantly
daft throughout, but at its heart lies a serious point about the need for
mockery in our political system. It is both seriously funny and, funnily,
serious.
One doesn’t need an in-depth knowledge of all British comedy
since the Second World War to enjoy Monster
Raving Loony, but it probably helps. In just over 100 minutes, the
six-strong cast chart Sutch’s journey from North London whippersnapper to
beloved hero of anti-establishment thought everywhere by presenting moments of
his life in the style of a host of classic British comedies, from Tommy Cooper
to Alan Partridge. His philandering as a young man is shown in a farcical
pastiche of Fawlty Towers and his
party meetings proceed like a scene from Blackadder.
You get the idea.
Simon Stokes’ production is raucous and high-spirited. There
are awful jokes aplenty, comedy chase routines galore, and copious amounts of
audience participation throughout. At one point the audience – already sporting
party hats doled out at the entrance – are handed a kitchen’s worth of pots and
pans and the whole auditorium becomes one giant skiffle band. Those lucky
enough to sit near the front get served cups of tea. Consolation for those that
go tea-less might be found in the audience-wide raffle.
The side effect of this warm, friendly atmosphere is that
some of the less funny sketches are forgiven. No-one could like both the forced
silliness of Monty Python and the sophisticated satire of Yes Minister, so cramming them both into the same play is bound to
leave some sections of the audience unaffected sporadically. But Stokes’ cast
power through regardless, effervescent to the last, and most are willing to
overlook the weaker material – Samuel James’ Alan Partridge impersonation lacks
something, as does his Blackadder – in their appreciation of the stronger – an Only Fools And Horses skit is superb, as
is Joe Alessi’s Michael Parkinson.
Underneath all this caricature and parody, though, there
seems to be a serious message struggling to make itself heard. Sutch’s
insistence that insanity was the sanest reaction helped to define political apathy
for decades, and his presence on platforms alongside Prime Ministers including
Wilson and Thatcher sounded an anarchic note of protest that was – and still is
– essential to democracy. In Monster Raving
Loony, this point is only brought to the fore in an unexpectedly moving
conclusion; for the most part, it is drowned out between Benny Hill and The
Goon Show.
Reviewed by Fergus Morgan
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