Theatre Drama
Not that you can't see where the money's going: the show's new South Bank home the Bargehouse has been ravishingly decked out, the floors deep with blackened wood chip, the walls covered in incongruous jumbles of old furniture, the ceilings covered in arrays of antique lighting. And there are more stories and all completely different stories than when it premiered at Shoreditch Town Hall last Easter. Plus the show retains the endorsement of the great fantasy writer Philip Pullman, whose spare, accessible adaptation of the nineteenth century source material forms the basis for adaptor-director Philip Wilson's production. And on its own terms, 'Grimm Tales' is a great night and a great success, each of the stories relayed with love and invention by the two casts dotted about the Bargehouse. There's a similar formula to each tale: though there are actors assigned to each role, the stories are mostly narrations, with the ensembles sharing the job of describing what's going on even as they act it out. It's a very pleasing way of doing it: the shared storytelling is affable and intimate and also, I'd say, pretty much essential in explaining what the heck is going on in these morally eccentric fables for ages eight and above (though it feels focussed on the adult audience).