Acclaimed to be one of the first thriller novels ever written, John Buchan’s The 39 Steps has made it onto the London stage… as a comedy. A comedy?! Readers of the much loved adventure story won’t recall anything that hilarious about the tale of the unlikely hero Richard Hannay, who unwillingly becomes embroiled in a violent murder followed by a gritty chase across the Scottish Highlands, risking life and limb to protect British secrets before the start of World War I. Yet unbelievably, to my and other stage sceptics’ surprise, the theatrical transformation of the novel into a comedy play works, and what’s more, it had the audience chuckling away for the best part of two hours. Closer to Hitchcock’s 1935 film adaptation than the plot of the book itself, the cast of just four manage to play an astounding one hundred and thirty nine different roles, and with the clever employment of puppets manage to stage the famous plane chase over the Scottish hills to great effect. 
As for the comedy element, well even the would-be shocking one liners managed to be funny (not least the comment ‘but it’s like Piccadilly Circus out there!’) and Hannay himself, played by John Hopkins, provided much humour in his anti-hero outlook on life. The theatre audience, as in the film, came to have a crucial role in the scenes set at the London Palladium for Mr Memory's show, where we discover that the man with his capacity to recall any fact is being used by The 39 Steps spy organisation to smuggle highly confidential secrets out of England. Whilst Hitchcock was able to exploit the film medium to make the cinematic audience merge with another audience to a show constructed by the director, on stage the imaginative use of spectator boxes on opposing sides ensured that we were as much at the Palladium show as at the Criterion production.

The 39 Steps is currently showing at The Criterion Theatre, Piccadilly
To see Hitchcock's famous opening to the original 1935 film:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzDiOyKz1ko&feature=related





A former model until a tragic car accident forced her to quit, Coddington arrived on the same day as Wintour at Vogue, and seems to be the only colleague of Wintour’s who, in spite of their tense relationship, gains the editor’s complete respect. Termed as ‘remarkable’ by Wintour (generous praise if there ever was), Coddington is no match in the personal style stakes for her superior yet her skills come through in other ways, not least when she realises most of the fashion pages of the September Issue were styled by her. When she dares to overrule Wintour in the photoshopping of the cameraman Bob’s stomach, her importance and centrality to the magazine is sealed.



