|Booking From:||Tuesday, 1st December 2015|
|Booking Until:||Saturday, 2nd January 2016|
Would have been much better if a voice coach had helped Cameron Leigh actually pronounce French words correctly. Some of the early songs sounded like gibberish and the voice, though very strong, lacked the pathos of Piaf or even of Jane Lapotaire in the original production. Too shouty.
Last November, on All Saints' Day, my husband and I went to Belleville, located in the 20th arrondissement in Paris, walked along Pigalle and Menilmontant, where Piaf sang as a child for money. I did not know her life story; did not know all her songs, but watching "Piaf" at Charring Cross Theatre last night, a play which seamlessly stitched together through songs the sparrow's life (sparrow is Piaf's nickname), I was lost, captivated as I root and cried for her...captivated as I watched her life unfold. Cameron Leigh's performance was magnificent: I sensed not her presence but Piaf's; heard not her voice but Piaf's, saw not the contortions of her body but Piaf's...and every time she moves to the center of the stage, wearing her black dress, raising her face, and sings, I lose some sense of time and space, aware only of nothing but her magnificent voice, hearing of Piaf's sadness, her triumph, her need for men...her fall without regret: "non, Je ne regrette rien." Such is the power of Leigh's mesmerizing performance and voice. Here there is no need for anything to be engaged...Piaf's life and songs are enough!
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