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FutureCinema | Bugsy Malone – Review

posted by on 17/04/2012

As soon as we alighted at Limehouse station, I was happy I made my way through typical London weather to take Bangs up on her invitation to the FutureCinema production of Bugsy Malone. FutureCinema bridge the gap between theatre and cinema. Intelligently breaking down the fourth wall normally dislocating cinemagoers from totally immersing themselves in movie before them.  Future Cinema aim to explore an entire interaction, which allows you to see your favorite musical in a whole new light. Literally.

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Men in three-piece suits with harsh if not hilarious New York accents directed us to the Troxy Theatre on Commercial Road.  It was hard to decipher the audience from actors, since everyone done such an excellent job of sticking to the 1920’s dress code.

 While waiting for the guest list ‘Molls’ the show had begun around us. A fight had spilled out from Mama’s Linguine’s Restaurant above. With actors asking all cinema goers to ‘get down and don’t say nuffin’ about nuffin’ Once we’d navigated the guest list we were lead into the troxy through the back entrance, where we were held to audition for Fat Sam.

Once we’d heard we made it through, it was time to move into Fat Sam’s Grand Slam. Once we’d been quizzed and handed over our gifts of books and flowers, we were lead into the Troxy by nimble looking dancers in Bedazzled unitards. To say my jaw dropped is an understatement the venue, which was coincidentally built in the 1920’s, was an art deco dream. Round tables with lampshades, a bar stocked with Tallulah Twists’ and Sam Swizzles, cute girls with popcorn trays swam around offering up nibbles for the movie.

If recreating the set of Bugsy Malone were a degree, FutureCinema would have claimed a first.  I made my way over to Mama Linguine’s restaurant, which was bursting with hearty Italian favorites at cheap prices. Before I knew it, the show was beginning. The audience were treated to reenactments of al the Bugsy classics. Every so often an actor would pop up from nowhere, egging you on to become even more involved.

Another thing I credit FutureCinema for, was there ability to get absolute strangers to interact with one another. The atmosphere was delightful. By the time the movie had begun, it felt like you were in a very large living room with a large bunch of friends!

Before we knew it, we were being handed paper plates and shaving foam. We were hastily instructed to look under our tables for our capes. Cape? I thought. ‘What the hell….” I had barely got the plastic poncho over my head when the entire venue burst out into childish hysteria. Here we were, grown adults having the time of our lives recreating the cream pie shootout from our favorite movie. Everyone was on their feet at the screen raised to show a chorus line of dancers singing along to the end credits. As the night grew later a swing DJ took to the turntables. With the ‘Sam Swizzles’ still in full effect, I ended up being led onto the dance floor by one of the actors.

Come on you gawjus Moll, I know ya; got some dancing feet!” giggling like a child I let him spin me until I was dizzy enough to believe it was all a dream.