Swallows and Amazons is Arthur Ransome’s 1920s classic tale
of the adventures that four siblings have when they set off for a camping trip
in their sailing boat, the Swallow. In
Helen Edmundson’s adaptation, it celebrates the excitement of small things and
the ability of childish imaginations to make the everyday fantastical by
enrobing minor incidents in the trappings of the stories they’ve read, from
Christopher Columbus to Robinson Crusoe.
A wealth of imagination and creativity has been poured into Tom
Morris’s production, and to resounding effect.
All the things that are so popular in today’s disbelief-suspending theatre
and sometimes don’t quite come off - puppets, the sketchy representation of a
greater whole with just a few everyday items, adults playing children - all
work perfectly here. The maiden voyage
of the Swallow, represented with some simple boat parts, a couple of blue
ribbons and a lot of human ingenuity, is as nautical as the Americas Cup. And if ever you needed proof of theatre’s
ability to carry an audience’s imagination far beyond what’s in front of their
eyes, it lies in the fact that you really do believe that Roger Walker (played
by Tom Bennett) is a 7 year old boy - even though he has a beard.
This theatrical magic is facilitated by
fantastic acting from the ensemble, spanning everything from slapstick comedy
to touching snapshots of the occasional agonies that only children suffer. Meanwhile
the music by Neil Hannon (of The Divine Comedy) far exceeds the quality of
normal family show ditties, achieving an almost Sondheimian quality at times.
Swallows and Amazons is everything that good theatre should
be. It’s not often you see a venue like
the Old Vic simply re-stage the same Christmas show from four years ago, but in
this case it makes complete sense: it’s going to be a hard act to better. And if, like me, you didn’t bother to go last
time because it looked like it would be a little dull and pointless … well, we
were wrong. Go this year.