- Nigel Havers’ one-man show “Talking B*ll*cks” is a mix of anecdotes and self-effacement.
- The show features familiar names from Havers’ acting career, including Steven Spielberg and David Lean.
- Havers glides smoothly through his life stories, maintaining an affable tone despite the occasional technical issue.
- The review suggests that while charming, the show lacks depth beyond its superficial nature.
Entertaining but Superficial
Nigel Havers steps into the spotlight once again with “Talking B*ll*cks,” a one-man show that promises to be a delightful stroll down memory lane. The title, taken from Judi Dench’s opening voiceover, is both a nod and a playful jab at the content, which consists largely of anecdotes from his illustrious career in showbiz.
The show’s blurb dares twice to mention “charm,” a word that seems to be Havers’ go-to for describing his approach. And indeed, he knows how to offer exactly this sort of cocktail party self-effacement. It’s nothing serious; it’s just working with Steven Spielberg, David Lean, Alec Guinness, Ian McKellen (another voiceover), Julian Clary (yet another) …
Early Days and Career Highlights
The first part of the show takes us back to his early days. Havers shares stories of being sent away to boarding school at six years old, only to find a knack for Shakespearean plays. His lawyer dad Michael (later the attorney-general under Margaret Thatcher) wants to send him to Eton, but young Nigel uses his charm to get sent to a drama school in London instead. This sets the stage for his swinging Sixties and encounters with the Rolling Stones, all before he turns 15.
Technical Issues and Smooth Delivery
While Havers’ delivery is affable and engaging, there are occasional technical issues. An echoey sound system at the beginning makes it seem as if he should be calling for a crew member to attend an incident in aisle 12. But these settle down, along with the slightly clumsy use of sound effects and bursts of music. Despite this, Havers looks good at 74 years old and glides smoothly from one anecdote to another.
Charmed Life but Lack of Depth
Havers presents himself as a charming fellow and a charmed life. The show gets simpler and better as it progresses. Clips and stories are served up with a casual ease, much like the martini recipe he ends on – “serve cold.” While he gives away enough of himself to make for eminently diverting company, there’s a sense that depth is for another night.
It’s not Chekhov, but it’s certainly not b*ll*cks.
Despite its shortcomings, “Talking B*ll*cks” remains an entertaining experience. It serves up a cocktail of memories and anecdotes with just the right amount of self-effacement. Whether you’re a fan of Havers or simply curious about his career, this show is worth your time.
