The Gold-Dust That Slipped Through My Fingers
Bummer.
That’s what I said to myself as the encore of applause in the
Theatre finally quietened, struck by how terrific a show I had
missed out on. For the first (and, now I am about to finish
Sixth Form, only) time I did not take part in an annual KEVICC
production. The opening night of The Addams Family was
such a jubilant spectacle bursting with the most hilariously
catchy musical numbers, buzzing in my sleepless head later
that evening. Peppered throughout the script were a rich
variety of laughs, from glorified toilet humour and some
surprisingly modern pop-culture.
I was eye-wateringly proud of the cast in The Addams Family
as they were all utterly marvellous, giving performances
of such energetic gusto. The show this year was a grand
celebration of firsts: I am especially proud of Chris Purcell,
for the first time a leading man with his terrific portrayal of
Gomez. His phony Spanish accent was hysterically good, as
washis comic timingwhenever deliveringoneof hisenormous
“HA!” cackles, and he owned the role with his greased-back
hair, pencil moustache and his cheeky innuendoes. Of the
show he cites the best moment as “becoming friends with
the amazing cast.”
Performing Arts
The technical aspects of this show were
remarkable, and given the overbearing gothic
context of this show it demanded a distinctly
ghoulish look. Tom Greig and his technical
teamdoused The Addams Family in a vibrantly
toxic palette of unhealthy colours that so
richly enhanced the show’s quirkiness,
Every year I repeat myself in saying this, but
every year I need to say it: I cannot envision a
KEVICC production without the costumes
