NO rest for the wicked Crepuscula in Sleeping Beauty, and no rest for Sleeping Beauty either, or Molly, as writer Nick Lane calls her in his radical reboot of Charles Perrault’s tale.
Molly, spoiler alert, will not sleep through much of Act Two, in panto tradition, awaiting a Prince’s arrival to awake her from 100 years of deep slumber. The Prince, by the way, has been jettisoned too, replaced by best friend Dan.
Lane never goes down the obvious lane, nor indeed down familiar pantomime alleyways. He puts story first and foremost, appealing to children and the inner child in the adult alike, and rather than set-piece routines, he lets cast and audience have equal fun with how he can spin a familiar tale in new ways.
What’s more, after 2024’s Aladdin didn’t match the peaks of Beauty And The Beast, Cinderella, Alice In Wonderland and A (Scarborough) Christmas Carol, Sleeping Beauty is Lane back at his best, pulling all the theatrical strings with his combination of thrills, spills and almost delirious silliness, topped off with big pop hits and a dance–off.
He happens to be directing the show for the first time too, no mean feat in the present circumstances when he is in the hop stage, awaiting his second hip operation as he heals from his first.
Sleeping Beauty moves between the modern world of Scarborough, or Scarborinia as Lane renames it this year, the Dreamland of the slumbering Molly (Kiara Nicole Pillai) and the Fairy world of Perrault’s creation, occupied by Aurore, the queen (Pillai again), Clair du Lune (Amy Drake) and Crepuscula (the outstanding Annie Kirkman).
On the cusp of turning 12, Molly is Aurore’s daughter, born half fairy, half human, and so a “hairy”, as her dad is plain old human Dave (Jacob Butler). To protect her from Crepuscula’s clutches with her finger-pricking plan, she is living with Auntie Claire (Claire de Lune in human form) and Uncle Harry (Oliver Mawdsley, a tooth fairy obsessed with dental hygiene and an unfortunate track record for magic tricks going wrong).
Are you keeping up with all this minutiae? The great joy is that Lane allows it all to take shape, to work its spell, as a journey of discovery not only for Molly but for the audience tooe, everything seeping in as another pop banger bounces around the stage under Alex Weatherill’s musical direction and Dylan Townley’s composition and sound design skills.
Kirkman, wickedly good as the intemperate baddie Crepuscula, holds the aces in Act One, constantly entering Molly’s Dreamland where she keeps having the same alarming dream, the one with the Hippo-Faced Man (Mawdsley again).
Into this world too come the most unconventional henchmen you are likely to encounter this season: Sock and Butter, conjured from, yes, a sock and a pack of butter by Crepuscula into full-sized form that finds Kirkman’s Crepuscula wiping butter from Butter’s unwanted clench on to audience members’ knees with a gurning look of disapproval.
Molly must find her way out of Dreamland before the 100 years are up, journeying in Act Two from Golden Miles’ happy place to the Weird Lands and finally, and most dangerously, the Nightmare Swamps.
Rather than slumbering through Act Two, like President Trump appearing to “fall asleep” at his December 2 cabinet meeting, Pillai’s Molly is centre stage and restless to leave her Dreamland, and Sleeping Beauty is so much better for awakening the world going on inside her head.
Lane’s cast is a delight, from Pillai’s gymnastic, livewire Molly and stern Aurore to Mawdsley’s disaster-prone Uncle Harry, Kirkman’s disdainful villain Crepuscula to Butler’s amusingly ordinary Dan and Dave and slippery Butter. Amy Drake, called on to play no fewer than five roles, is terrific throughout, full of contrasts, excellent comic timing and physical comedy too, especially as Fluffy Robin.
Audience participation is key too, divided into four to shout out separate instructions, where Lane’s new expression “Bumfroth” earns Hutchinson’s Word of the Year for 2025, a far more worthy winner than the Oxford University Press picking that “rage bait” variation on “click bait”.
Lane’s direction is fun, lively, playful, imaginative and full of momentum, matching his writing’s sense of wonder, as if entering the world of Edward Lear or Lewis Carroll.
Stephanie Dattani’s choreography hits the spot too, while Helen Coyston’s set, with Molly’s bedroom on the gantry and an open-plan design on ground level for maximum movement, is complemented by costume designs suited to each of the differing worlds. Crepuscula could be out of Six The Musical; Butter and Sock, from Leigh Bowery.
Mark ‘Tigger’ Johnson’s lighting design is suitably magical, while Magritte would love the multitude of lampshades decorating the sky above.
You should not rest until you have secured a ticket for this Sleeping Beauty, and should you be wondering, Nick Lane’s world of fantastical theatre will return for Puss In Boots from December 5 to 31 next year. Box office: 01723 370541 or sjt.uk.com.
