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ON THE RAZZLE  by Tom Stoppard
Adapted from Johann Nestroy's Einen Jux will er sich machen
Venue: NT (Lyttleton) 1981
Director: Peter Wood



Cast in order of appearance
Weinberl Ray Brooks
Christopher Felicity Kendal
Sonders Barry Mcginn
Marie Mary Chilton
Zangler Dinsdale Landen
Gertrud Hilda Braid
Foreigner Paul Gregory
Melchior Michael Kitchen
Hupfer  tailor John Challis
Lightening Thomas Henty
Timothy Hick
Philippine Allyson Rees
Madame Knorr Rosemary McHale
Frau Fischer Deborah Norton
Coachman Harold Innocent
Italian Waiter John Challis
German Couple Teresa Codling
Clyde Gatell
Scottish Couple Greta Watson
Andrew Cuthbert
Second Waiter Philip Talbot
Constable Alan Haywood
Fraulein Blumenblatt Joan Hickson
Lisett her maid Marianne Morley
Ragamuffin Paul Ahmet
Courtney Roper-Knight
Adam Woodyatt
With Catherine Harding
Thomas Henty
Timothy Hick

Review
Time Out: Anon

There's something rather defensive about the programme note, which declares 'My purpose is to please, to entertain, to get people laughing'. Not the motto of Tom Stoppard but of Johann Nestroy who provided the basis for Stoppard's latest comic exercise with his mid-19th Century comedy Einen Jux Will Er Sich Machen  (also the basis of The Matchmaker / Hello Dolly apparently).

On The Razzle is a mixture of farce and comedy with some pleasing sets by Carl Toms (heralded by back-projected sheet music at every turn) and some splendid  comic performances (Michael Kitchen's loquacious servant, Felicity Kendal in apprentice drag and Dinsdale Landen as a malapropistic pomposity of a master grocer). The decisive Stoppardian touches are also present.

What keeps the show afloat, despite a comic voyage which takes us froma small-town grocer's shop to the dizzy heights of Imperial Bourgeois Vienna are Stoppard's dazzling string of verbal jests, misunderstandings, puns and allusions strung together from the beginning of the proceedings: 'I love your niece'...'My knees,sir?  Oh my niece. Well my niece and I are not  to be prised apart so easily, and nor are hers...'.  It might be small beer from the author of Travesties, but that would be to miss the point of the production.