David Copperfield
At this point, Charles Dickens is basically a second Father Christmas. Every year, theatres across the country are engulfed in a blizzard of productions of A Christmas Carol. Jermyn Street Theatre have gone a little left field with their festive programming, then – but really, only a little.
Scrooge has been ditched for an adaptation of Dickens’s ‘favourite child’, David Copperfield. And, in Abigail Pickard Price’s production, the reasons for this great honour shine loud and clear. With a small cast of three – Eddy Payne as David, and Luke Barton and Louise Beresford as, erm, everyone else – the diverse and sprawling world is pulled out bit by bit. Does it manage to include all the intricate chronicles and glory of the book’s 882 pages? Well, of course not. But good god, Pickard Price keeps Dickens’s irresistible richness intact.
Much of that is down to Barton and Beresford, who must be dying for a lie-down after their final bow. The pair dash from one personality to the next, changing costumes, physicality, and accents at the rate of a runaway train. The speed alone is enough to impress you, but with every new face so sharply etched, it becomes a magnificent, character-exploding evening.
As our narrator, David (also nicknamed Davy, Trotwood, Daisy, and Doady at various points), Payne exudes wide-eyed, open-hearted charisma. Occasionally, he slips away from telling the story to provide reflections from his future life; early on, he ponders the novel's iconic central...