Just saw Julie Madly Deeply and thought it was terrible. Too much vaudeville "humor" and not enough singing. Sarah-Louise Young was too unlikable to think of portraying Julie Andrews...she called out three young girl's in the audience for whispering and embarrassed them to the point that they didn't return after intermission. Then she asked the audience whether anyone had ever seen Julie Andrews in person, and let a gentleman drone on and on about his experience. The evening was a huge disappointment and waste of money. Want to hear Julie Andrews? Watch an old movie!
Julie Madly Deeply review
Gilded Balloon Teviot
Fri Aug 16 2013
Time Out Ratings :<strong>Rating: </strong>4/5
Over the past few years, Sarah-Louise Young has established herself as a Fringe favourite with her ‘Cabaret Whore’ shows, musical character-comedy pieces in which she plays, and sings, as a Piaf manqué, a country-and-western good time gal, a Broadway diva of a certain age et al. This show, like those, is created with her co-songwriter and accompanist Michael Roulston and shares their wit and well-turned formal accomplishment, but marks a departure. Young plays (a version of) herself and tells us a single story: that of Julie Andrews. ‘Julie, Madly, Deeply’ aims to reclaim Andrews from the stereotype of saccharine sentimentality and the show’s emphasis on her precocity, resilience and willingness to experiment is both rounding and heartening if hardly radically revisionist or provocative. More than anything, it’s a teatime tour de force for Young, whose love for and affinity with Andrews is aptly realised through her pin-sharp diction, superbly controlled voice and dextrous character work alongside narration judiciously larded with biographical gobbets: in between inventive bits of comedy, mime, dance and of course song, she gives us music-hall, newsreel, Broadway and Hollywood types, plus nifty Hepburn and Minnelli impressions to boot. The one person she rarely impersonates in this pacy, heartfelt and hugely accomplished hour is Andrews herself – the mark, one feels, of one disciplined, passionate and terrifically talented trouper’s respect for another.
If you like the sound of this, try:
'In Vogue: Songs by Madonna', Michael Griffiths's tongue-in-cheek straight-faced tribute to a very different kind of pop-culture icon.
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