Christina Meehan’s Annie and Karen Holmes’s Chris in Calendar Girls The Musical. Picture: Tony Bartholomew
IT began as The Girls at Leeds Grand Theatre in 2015, when plenty of the original Calendar Girls attended the press night in trademark black dresses, pinned with sunflowers.
Roll forward 11 years, when some things have changed, some have not. Four members of the Rylstone and District Women’s Institute, who put the fun into fund-raising by making the risqué alternative calendar in 1999, were in attendance on Wednesday. Black dresses, tick. Sunflowers, tick.
Present too was book writer and lyricist Tim Firth, who cut his playwriting teeth under Sir Alan Ayckbourn’s guiding eye at the SJT – and who should be in the audience too but Sir Alan.
Penned by Firth and composer and Take That mainstay Gary Barlow, friends since childhood days in Frodsham, Cheshire, the show has long since changed its name to Calendar Girls The Musical, while celebrity casts have come and gone and a touring version once jettisoned the teenage tearaways, but thankfully they are very much restored here, as is the original down-to-earth, everyday, no-nonsense ‘Yorkshireness’ of it all
SJT artistic director Paul Robinson’s production breaks new ground as the first staging with actor-musicians and the first in a theatre-in-the-round setting, presenting new challenges in how to choreograph the strip comedy of the calendar shoot and how to evoke the other rising hills, the Yorkshire Dales.
Original designer Robert Jones first crafted a theatrical Yorkshire landscape from towering green-fronted furniture that turned into doors and prop cupboards; then later favoured a God’s Own Country verdant backdrop and a regularly opened gate. In May, York Musical Theatre Company did likewise when using All In One Productions’ photographic scenery of the rolling dales at their most green and pleasant pastured, with a dry stone wall and gate in front. You could almost smell Yorkshire.
SJT costume and designer Helen Coyston eschews walls and landscape imagery, preferring an open-plan design with parquet village-hall flooring, on which props and furniture are moved with haste, whether chairs, benches, or the uncomfortable Skipton General waiting-room sofa that prompts Knapely Women’s Institute wild card Chris (Karen Holmes) to suggest making the outré calendar.
It makes all the more room for the actor-musicians that fill the stage with movement and energy, right from the start in the crowd-pleasing opening number Yorkshire, with company members playing all manner of instruments, from guitar and whistle to the most evocative Yorkshire sound of all: gleaming brass instruments of every shape and sound under the musical directorship of associate director Alex Weatherhill.
An interval chat with sound designer and musical supervisor Simon Slater revealed how carefully those brass players needed to be placed, in order not to overpower the overall sound mix, often being posted in the “voms” (the passageways for stage entries and exits).
The actor-musicianship, especially in the natural amphitheatre of the theatre-in-the-round, brought a heightened intimacy to the already highly emotional or highly humorous songs, where Firth’s sense of pathos and observational comedy dovetail so pleasingly with Barlow’s ear for melody.
The balance of dialogue and song is just right too. After a surfeit of song-heavy shows with workmanlike tunes on reviewing duty in 2026, here is a show where emotion is filtered through conversation, confession and comic collisions, as well as through songs that capture the essence of a situation or character.
None has more potency in Scarborough than Scarborough itself, the beautiful ballad where Christina Meehan’s Annie contemplates life without John ‘Clarkey’ Clarke (Neil Moors), her rock of a husband, brought down by a blood cancer.
Barlow and Firth give plenty of characters their “big number”, from Alicia McKenzie’s Cora, the organ-playing vicar’s daughter, with her Christmas Carol pastiches in Who Wants A Silent Night?, to Chris’s Act One climax, Sunflower; from Pippa Duffy’s former air hostess Celia’s defiant So I’ve Had A Little Work Done to SJT favourite Annie Kirkman’s vodka-swilling Annie’s My Russian Friend And I, topped by her drunken arrival for her camera-flash moment.
Matt Heslop’s photographer Lawrence is even more timid than past iterations, and all the better for that, while Fenella Norman’s former school teacher, Jessie, Sarah Groarke’s stuffed-shirt new WI chair, Marie, Matt Ian Kelly’s trio of supportive husbands, Rod, Colin and Denis, and Angela Caesar and and Rachel Hammond’s tea-and-coffee double act as the Miss Wilsons all play their part to maximum impact.
In the teen trio, Will Ireland and Charlie Wright are sharing the role of easily distracted head boy-in-waiting Danny; Robyn Chambers and Annie Dunbar do likewise for the rebellious Jenny and Keane Liley and Jack Pickering will split the ever-joshing Tommo over the performances ahead. Firth writes so astutely of teen behaviour and adult influence, the young’uns so full of cheek, brio and quick retorts.
The climactic calendar shoot is choreographed by intimacy director Stephanie Dattani with imagination, originality, flair, bags of humour, plenty of surprise too, finding new ways to refresh this comedic set piece with vitality, wit and heart.
Honorary Yorkshiremen Barlow and Firth, in tandem with Robinson – a director at his best in comedy – have delivered the best version of Calendar Girls yet, not least thanks to the leading performances of Holmes’s Chris and Meehan’s Chris, Yorkshire women of such spirit and resilience.
Calendar Girls The Musical, Stephen Joseph Theatre, Scarborough, until July 25. Box office: 01723 370541 or sjt.uk.com
