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Tim Rice's From Here to Eternity began previews at the Shaftesbury Theatre on 30 September, starring Darius Campbell (Chicago, West End) as Warden, Siubhan Harrison (Grease, West End) as Lorene, Robert Lonsdale (Anna Christie, Donmar Warehouse) as Prewitt, Ryan Sampson (Open Court, Royal Court) as Maggio and Rebecca Thornhill (South Pacific, UK tour) as Karen.
Pearl Harbor,1941, where the girls sing "don'cha like Hawaii", the men of G Company sing the blues, and where even on an army base, love and desire are never very far away. When the troubled Private Prewitt falls for the kind hearted escort club girl Lorene, and when his platoon sergeant, Warden, embarks on a dangerous affair with his commanding officer's wife, Karen, the lives of both men are set on a course they cannot control. As war approaches, the worlds of the four lovers and the soldiers of G Company are dramatically ripped apart.
David Benedict, Variety: Impressively stylized choreography and punchy lighting cues ignite "G Company Blues," the opening number of lyricist-producer Tim Rice's new tuner "From Here To Eternity." Surprising though its expressive dynamism is, the sad news is that it's downhill from there. Helmer Tamara Harvey sends in the troops of a notably well-synced creative team, but although their vigorous attacks create impact, they cannot sustain tension when book, music and lyrics are so thin. "Maybe," announces one of Rice's lyrics, "we've come to the conclusion we're nothing special." Indeed.
Simon Edge, Express: It's all raw, pessimistic stuff and Rice resists the temptation to play smart with his lyrics. Prewitt's simple refrain "a man's on his own until he dies" pretty much gets the spirit of it, along with Maggio's increasingly ironic I Love The Army, which culminates in a howling four-letter rant against God. It's disappointing that the title number From Here To Eternity never really gets going, and intercutting the iconic surf scene with soldiers receiving letters from home ends up in rather a muddle. The show may also have been written with half an eye on Broadway, where Pearl Harbour resonates as the 9/11 of its day. But as a dark, sprawling tale that avoids obvious emotional button-pushing, lazy juke-box numbers or ear-worm tunes running through the whole score, it's a commendably ambitious work that makes a refreshing addition to the West End menu.Mayer Nissim, Digital Spy: Intertwining stories, love, life and death play out as war looms. The battered arch backdrop and clever use of screens and curtains are as classy as can be. The choreography from Javier De Frutos is beautiful. Who doesn't love a bunch of ripped guys in army fatigues bouncing over single-bunk beds, or a slow-mo punchup? And despite some dodgy accents (though nothing near as bad as The Bodyguard), there's some very strong acting. The fling between Campbell's Warden and Thornhill's Holmes is entirely believable. Prewitt and Lorene's love is more lightweight, but still hangs together. The revelation though is Sampson's Private Maggio...The stage comes alive every time he speaks or sings, and if the rest of the characters were as multi-layered as he makes Maggio, this would be a triumph. As it is, the other protagonists are too one-dimensional to really get behind, despite the actors' best efforts.
Michael Coveney, WhatsOnStage: Tamara Harvey's production goes back to James Jones' 1951 novel, based on his personal experience, to provide a more concentrated take on the square-bashing, not to say gay-bashing, rigours of the rifle corps. What it doesn't have is the emotional intensity and narrative control of the movie - the first act is far too long and windy - and the music, oh dear, is more serviceable than inspired, with minimal harmonic complexity and no flat-out melody to sing about...It would be too easy, though, to overlook the fact that none of Rice's lyrics seem forced or over-heated. He does have an unequalled knack of matching colloquial ease with inner feeling, notably here in Prewitt's despairing solo suspended between life and death. Edward Seckerson, TheArtsDesk: The problem with this ambitious show is that it wants so much to be gritty, tough, and emotionally uncompromising but at heart is just another soft-bellied musical in need of a personal trainer. Yes, there is athleticism and testosterone aplenty in the brawling butchness and flying bodies of Javier De Frutos' choreography but who's fooling who in this tight-panted ensemble and why does the pent-up aggression feel so counterfeit? Or the full-frontal piss feel so contrived? It's something to do with the "cleanness" of it all, the slick way in which it goes through the motions of trying to be a cutting-edge show. Even Soutra Gilmour's distressed set - a series of bomb-damaged proscenium arches, a portent of its inevitable climax - is a constant reminder that this is From Here to Eternity - the Musical and we shouldn't anticipate that it will dig too deep.Henry Hitchings, Evening Standard: From Here to Eternity aspires to be both gritty and erotic, yet in the end seems sprawling and underpowered. Its ambition is impressive. But only in its final moments does it feel urgent.
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