Seeing Hamilton at the Victoria Palace is a truly glittering experience. The newly refurbished theatre is spacious, bright and sparkly in all the public areas. And the show itself is like a diamond; not only do the dazzling lyrics sparkle with wit, but the show is brilliantly lit with crisp lighting designs that really support the narrative.
There really is only one problem with Hamilton. It’s one I feared before the show was even half done. And it’s this: after Hamilton, isn’t it possible that everything else will seem (to reference Emma Thompson’s Love Actually line) just a little bit worse?
And, I have to confess, this is exactly the Hamilton effect I’ve experienced. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen shows since and thoroughly enjoyed them. There have been great performances, great bands, great staging. But everything about Hamilton is pushing the bar that bit higher, which can only leave you just a little disappointed every time you see another show. And I don’t just blame Lin Manuel Miranda. Cameron Mackintosh has to shoulder some of the responsibility as well. It’s his fastidious attention to detail that has given us the lovely new Victoria Palace, where there is space around the bar, somewhere to sit, enough toilets and comfy seats in the auditorium. And then there’s the show itself.
I was nonplussed at best by the prospect of a hip-hop musical. But it turns out its hip hop-ness is, amongst many great things, the best thing about it. The words cascade towards you in showers of wit and elegance that leave you, but not the impressive cast, breathless. They bring the characters and the plot to life in a vivid, immediate way that makes this ancient tale from the American Revolution come alive in front of you in a way I’ve not experience with any other historical drama.
That’s another great achievement. Here we are in London with an audience, the greater proportion of whom will never have heard of Alexander Hamilton, avidly following his extraordinary life story. And even though, in the best Hollywood tradition, we get a Brit as the baddie (King George’s turn is worth the price of a ticket alone!), we greet his appearance with a cheer so heavily laced with irony that there’s never any doubt about whose side we’re on.