REVIEW: Friends! The Musical Parody, Grand Opera House, York, until Saturday

Amelia Atherton’s Phoebe, left, Ronnie Burden’s Joey, Alicia Belgarde’s Monica, Enzo Benvenuti’s Ross, top, Daniel Parkinson’s Chandler and Eva Hope’s Rachel in Friends! The Musical Parody. Picture: Pamela Raith

THIS is the one where you will know all the characters and iconic moments but none of the songs by book and lyric writers Bob and Tobly McSmith and composer Assaf Gleizner.

Worry not. Friends! The Musical Parody was a hit in New York and Las Vegas and those songs – and there are songs aplenty – more than punch their weight, adding to the familiar humour with character candour and knowing social commentary.

“Parody” is defined as a “humorous or mocking imitation, using the same form as the original to spoof or satirise”. How is it applied to Friends, the escapades of “the world’s most famous group of twenty-somethings” that ran for  ten seasons on NBC from September 22 1994 to May 6 2004 and is still watched the world over 21 years later?

Yes, it is a humorous imitation, and yes, it applies the same TV format of a studio recording with you as the audience, but rather than “mocking”, the tone is one of affectionate teasing. Not least in its Act Two references to the pre- and post-Friends years for the famous six, Jennifer Aniston, Courtney Cox, Lisa Kudrow, David Schwimmer, Matt LeBlanc and Matthew Perry (but understandably stopping short of mentioning his troubled death in October 2023).

As mentioned above, Andrew Exeter’s set and lighting design takes the form of a TV recording studio with cameras, information screens and wooden frameworks denoting Bathroom, Kitchen  and Joey or Monica’s Apartments.

On steps warm-up act Kip Kipperson in the first of multiple roles for chameleon Knaresborough actor Edward Leigh, later to appear as perky, bleach-blond Central Perk coffee-shop worker Gunther, Tom Selleck & his moustache and Italiano stalliono Paulo. Scene-stealing at its best, topped off by Gunther’s crestfallen rendition of Part Of Their Gang.

Where’s Eva Hope’s Rachel Green when we first encounter Daniel Parkinson’s Chandler Bing, Enzo Benvenuti’s Ross Geller, Alicia Belgarde’s Monica Geller, Amelia Atherton’s Phoebe Buffay and Ronnie Burden’s Joey Tribbiani in Friends Like Us and Typical Day At Central Perk? Ah, here comes Rachel in that wedding dress, and so the pattern is established of replaying favourite moments, leading into songs full of waspish wit, longing and reflective wisdom.

Edward Leigh’s Gunther: Serving coffee and pathos at Central Perk in Friends! The Musical Parody. Picture: Pamela Raith

That’s how to cram 236 episodes into two hours or ten minutes more on first night after an unexplained technical hitch in Act Two, but the show must go on, as the saying goes, and Friends! was at its best after play was resumed.

Writers, director Michael Gyngell and actors alike capture the ticks and tropes of each character, matched by Jennie Quirk’s costume-design precision. The more you watch Belgarde, Atherton, Burden, Benvenuti and especially Hope and Parkinson, the more you warm to characterisation that is faithful, rather than a caricature, but has room for send-ups. No mean feat. Seamlessly, they become funnier too as the rhythm of sketch and song settles satisfyingly.

Parkinson, spoiler alert, doubles up as Chandler’s “long-time on-off girlfriend”, Janice, setting him the impossible task of being two people at once in comedy mayhem tradition. Oh my god, Janice’s song OMG It’s Janice is particularly good.

So many Friends nuggets are here: Joey’s How You Doin’; Chandler and Monica trying to hide their relationship; Monica’s turkey; Ross’s incessant whining and Pivot; Phoebe’s mother-fixated, dire songs and triplet pregnancy; Joey and Chandler’s pets Chick and Duck (in singing-puppet mode), and Rachel’s airport finale. All done with just the right detail, in keeping with the trademark trim editing of the 22-minute TV episodes.

What lifts Friends! The Musial Parody beyond mere pastiche is the editorial input of Bob & Tobly McSmith, forever denying Gunther more than a line and commenting on the absence of black characters in the TV series; the friends never paying at Central Perk, never having money worries, and Monica and Ross Geller being Jewish “not being a thing”, as Ross puts it. Plus how, despite all the bedroom dynamics, Rachel and Monica are never seen naked (“but we know you want to”.

Friends! The Musical Parody works as a show for the initiated, rather than an initiation ceremony, but given Friends’ popularity among old fans and younger, this is the one that’ll  be there for you, when the York rain starts to pour this week.

Stars out of five? Pivoting from *** in the first half to **** for the second.

Mark Goucher, Matthew Gale and Oskar Eiricksson present Barn Theatre production of Friends! The Musical Parody, Grand Opera House, York, Thursday, 7.30pm; Friday, 5.30pm and 8.30pm; Saturday, 2.30pm and 7.30pm. Box office: atgtickets.com/york.

REVIEW: The Full Monty, Grand Opera House, York, leaving hats on until Sat ****

Bill Ward’s Gerald, left, Danny Hatchard’s Gaz, Nicholas Prasad’s Lomper and Neil Hurst’s Dave watch understudy Leyon Stolz-Hunter’s Horse go through his audition moves in The Full Monty. Picture: Ellie Kurttz

AT the midweek matinee, there appeared to be more men on stage than in the audience. It was very much the same febrile atmosphere that greeted the Chippendales on their York Barbican visits.

Outnumbered, dear reader, yes, but ironically The Full Monty is just as much a show for blokes too. Hence the link up with Menfulness, the York mental health charity.

Throughout this week’s run, the Grand Opera House will be collecting donations at bars and kiosk card payment points to provide funds towards urgent counselling for men at crisis point.

Men don’t talk to each other. Not about their problems, neither their own, nor each other’s. Just the football. But they do talk in this play. A lot. Men would benefit from doing it more often.

In the meantime, let’s talk about this terrific touring revival of The Full Monty, the spin-off play that the 1997 film’s scriptwriter, Simon Beaufoy premiered in 2013 in his first work for the stage.

In essence it is another strip off the same block, The Fuller Monty that goes even further, replaying the film’s greatest bits and greatest hits (Hot Chocolate, Donna Summer, Tom Jones finale), but with resonance anew and a political punch to the gut amid the cost-of-living crisis, rising rate of men’s suicides and a Tory government mired in long-reigning powerplays.

Just as was the case in the Sheffield of 1990s’ industrial strife, whose skyline forms the backdrop to Jasmine Swan’s fold-out set design of scaffolding and gauze.

Policemen’s drill: Nicholas Prasad’s Lomper, left, understudy Leyon Stolz-Hunter’s Horse, Jake Quickenden’s Guy, Bill Ward’s Gerald and Neil Hurst’s Dave in the finale to The Full Monty. Picture: Ellie Kurttz

The Republic of South Yorkshire’s steel industry had been knifed in the back, steelworkers stripped of their jobs, their dignity, their future. Men like former prisoner Gaz (Danny Hatchard, from EastEnders and Not Going Out) and his best mate, big Dave (Neil Hurst), who operated the steelworks crane.

The lads are now consigned to the scrapheap, the forlorn job club form-filling, and thieving from the foundry, where they have snuck into as the play opens, looking up at the crane, named Margaret after you know who, once mighty but now dormant in the damp, ever since the factory was shut down.

They will encounter insecure security guard Lomper (Nicholas Prasad), stuck in a dead-end job that he wants to end with a rope around his neck. Next will be Gerald (Bill Ward, from Coronation Street and Emmerdale), the jumped-up foreman with a sideline in dance tuition at the Conservative club and a free-spending wife (in Mrs Thatcher blue suits and stiff blonde hair), who is yet to tell he has lost his job. Six months ago.

On a night out at the Chippendales are Jean (Harrogate Theatre regular Katy Dean), Dave’s long-suffering yet devoted cleaner wife, and Mandy (Laura Matthews), Gaz’s ex-wife, who is threatening to cut off his links with son Nathan (Jack Wisniewski, sharing the role on tour with Cass Dempsey, Theo Hills and Rowan Poulton) as he falls further behind with the maintenance.

Ever the Billy Fisher dreamer, Gaz hits on the fundraising idea of forming a strip act, a Yorkshire fish-and-chips answer to the Chippendales’ T-bone steak, for one night only. Gerald will teach the routines, joined by Gaz, lovable, ever-dieting Dave, offbeat Lomper and who else?

The auditions, always a highlight, bring the first half to a double climax under Michael Gyngell’s perfectly weighted direction. First, step forward, a tad gingerly, Horse (Ben Onwukwe), with his James Brown/Northen Soul moves and dodgy hip.

Next, the moment the matinee hordes had been waiting for: the arrival to whoops and cheers of Jake Quickenden, last seen in York stripping down to his golden hot pants as a hunky cowboy in Footloose at the Theatre Royal. This time, Jake and his fabbadabbadoo abs are playing Guy, although audience members are quick to shout out Jake’s name, demanding rather more than a pound of flesh.  

The full package: Jake Quickenden’s Guy in The Full Monty. Picture: Ellie Kurttz

He takes it all in his stride, staying in character, gay, gorgeous but still coming to terms with a lost love, in keeping with Gyngell’s production playing the big tease, but always being true to Beaufoy’s original spirit.

For many, The Full Monty will be familiar, and that familiarity breeds contentment amid the discontent of the lives depicted, played here as if the for the first time.

The bare truths surround impotence, unemployment, loneliness and suicide attempts. You laugh because otherwise you would cry, and sometimes you do both at once, faced by comedy and pathos, mischief and melancholia in tandem, dealing with the stuff of life:  resilience, community, fighting back, and love, in whatever form, whatever shape. The Yorkshire of Keith Waterhouse, John Godber, Alan Plater.

This Cheltenham Everyman Theatre and Buxton Opera House touring production delivers the Fullest Monty yet, superbly cast, with spot-on lighting by Andrew Exeter, ace choreography by Ian West, and a soundtrack not only of the film favourites but Pulp, Primal Scream, The Verve and Chumbawamba too.

It feels wrong to pick out performances: Ward, Onwukwe and Prasad all shine, but partnerships are particularly strong in Gyngell’s company. Take your pick:  the friendship of Hatchard’s Gaz and Hurst’s Dave (with his echoes of York’s Mark Addy). The bond between Hatchard’s Gaz and Wisniewski as his canny-beyond-his-years son, at once amusing yet deeply moving too.

Or the ups and downs of Hurst’s Dave and Dean’s Jean, so been there, done that. And then there’s Quickenden’s Guy and his appendage, his Monty python, if you like.

Performances: 7.30pm tonight and tomorrow; 2.30pm and 7.30pm, Saturday. Box office: atgtickets.com/york