Poor ol’ BFG. Obviously the concept of vegetarianism never reached Giant Country: he sits in his cave, munching on revoltsome snozzcumbers whilst his cannybull adversaries galumph past in search of human beans for their tea. Enjoying the same kind of treatment, one can imagine, one would get after having asked for falafel and a wheatgrass shot in your average small-town Highlands pub.
Lucky, then, for our Big Friendly protagonist that he’s got a heart of gold, a trusty – though diminutive – companion in Sophie, and the backing of Her Royal Majester Elizabeth herself to get him through this most well-loved of kids’ tales from the masterful pen of Roald Dahl.
James Woods’ stage adaptation deftly gets around the problem of the two greatly differing statures required onstage with a little narrative shift and the employment of a puppet and a conveniently-placed Dad. (No, don’t worry – that’s not a hint at involuntary audience participation).
This whizzpopping tale of the phizzwizarding good, the trogglehumping bad, and the downright Fleshlumpeating ugly is kids’ storytelling at its best, in a touring production that’s been heralded with praise around the country so far.
Just don’t leave your dinner ‘til afterwards.