A whiff of Freedom Day has arrived at this south coast venue a little early. Audiences are still social distancing and masks must still be worn, but the sight of a chorus line in full sail is a powerful reminder of how life has been inhibited by the pandemic.
As Daniel Evans’s Covid-delayed production proves, Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein’s score will always deserve a regular outing. Yet the story which connects such eternal numbers as Some Enchanted Evening and Happy Talk strains under the weight of this show’s anti-racism virtue signalling. What was groundbreaking in 1949 is now heavy handed messaging.
Theatregoers of a certain generation will know that the Second World War plot, which is based on James A Michener’s Pulitzer-winning novel, centres on the deployment of American forces in the heavenly palm tree-populated Pacific atoll as they square up to the rampaging Japanese war machine.
With the help of Joshua Logan, Hammerstein does a decent job constructing a connecting narrative from Michener’s disparate stories. The hero is sophisticated French plantation owner and widower Emile (Julian Ovenden) who we learn left his country in a hurry after an altercation during which he killed a (bad, of course) man. The heroine is Nellie (Gina Beck) who embodies a wholesome all-American attitude to life. It is their whirlwind romance that anchors the evening. Most of the other characters are either thinly drawn or cartoonish forces personnel, though choreographer Ann Yee drills them into superbly synchronised chorus lines as sex starved sailors belt out There’s Nothing Like A Dame or lovelorn nurses twirl their towels while singing I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair.
