An amateur dramatics group associated with a Dorset bus company decide – because their resident writer isn’t keen on pantomime – to put on a stage adaptation of Alien … which is at once a brilliant idea, and not since after a huge, ambitious effort the audience figures aren’t that great in Wimbourne. However, thanks to the enthusiastic interest of filmmakers Danielle Kummer and Lucy Harvey, a plan to is hatched bring the production to London for a one-off performance – which then escalates as the group are offered a slot at the Leicester Square Theatre, just a few doors down from frequent FrightFest venue the Prince Charles. And, to deliver a happy ending, the show is a crowd-pleaser … thanks to a combination of lo-tech but ambitious effects (lots of fishing line is involved) and committed, rather sweet West Country-accented line readings of the familiar script.
Anyone who’s ever put on a theatrical event of any kind will recognise the problems that this production has to get through – rehearsal spaces locked when they turn up, a set-up time that isn’t really adequate for the scale of what the show wants to pull off, miracles achieved on a budget with scraps, and the occasional sideways glance from folk who don’t understand why anyone would do this. Incidentally, it’s worth noting that the adaptation makes a fair stab at a chest-burster, a decapitated robot and a full-sized alien but writes out Jones the cat as too big a hassle to include.

