A Mostly Blooming Production: Fauquier Community Theatre's Calendar Girls

Devon Smith: Critic, The Beltway Blackbox

Photo by Mindy Cookman Ratcliff/The Little Photo Shop

Hot take

Calendar Girls is deceptively hard to pull off. Tim Firth's script lives in a very specific register, dry, wry, quintessentially British, and when a production finds that frequency, the result is warm, wickedly funny, and quietly devastating. Fauquier Community Theatre's production directed by Scott Olson, was a production of genuine heart and uneven execution. It had moments of real beauty and some performers who clearly understood the assignment, but it also had stretches where the comedy fell flat, the pacing dragged, and the ensemble seemed to be doing the show in slightly different accents and at slightly different speeds.

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Grief, Growth, and Good Chemistry

The show's emotional engine and catalyst for the series of events is the marriage between Annie and John, and the actors inhabiting those roles earned every tender moment. Though their time onstage together was brief, the work was honest and effective, feeling genuinely lived-in, comfortable, and specific. The transition into John's funeral was handled with a quiet grace that landed like a gut punch, a brief stretch of staging that reminded the audience why Firth's play endures beyond the cheeky premise. That moment alone was worth the price of admission.

Eileen Marshall, though age-inappropriate for her part, brought a consistent emotional throughline and a grounded stage presence that gave her scenes a welcome anchor. She never lost the personal stakes of her character, and that commitment translated into some of the production's most honest work. Similarly, Greg Smith as Lawrence made a strong impression in a brief role as the main photographer. His instincts were sharp, and one wishes the part gave him more room to stretch. There was a very funny moment where he realizes one of the Calendar Girls was his grade school teacher. Cheryl Bolt as Chris was, by and large, a strong and prepared presence who helped carry the show through its longer stretches.

The ensemble's brightest gems were clustered in the supporting cast. Kathy Young as Cora was a standout, nailing both the role's comedic beats and its vocal demands with confidence and ease. Tammy Barboza as Celia was a lot of fun to watch, and while she occasionally tipped into presentational territory, her energy was infectious and she clearly relished every moment onstage. Leslie Ann Ross as Ruth delivered a beautiful, unguarded vulnerability, a kind of honest sincerity that is genuinely difficult to manufacture and nearly impossible to fake. And Tina Mullins as Jessie was, frankly, the production's MVP. Her comedic timing was pitch-perfect, and she seemed to be the only performer onstage who fully grasped the particular rhythm of British farce, that deadpan, unhurried confidence that makes the jokes land like a quiet bomb rather than a telegraphed announcement.

The Blackbox Grit: Lost in Translation

And yet, for all that individual brightness, the production as a whole struggled to find its collective wavelength. British comedy is a dialect unto itself, not just in accent, but in rhythm, restraint, and the art of the pause. Too often, the cast seemed to be playing the punchlines rather than the circumstances, which deflated jokes that should have been effortless. Some of the script's racier edges were visibly sanded down, robbing the show of the gleeful transgression that makes the premise sing. The asides, which should feel like a direct address to either the audience or another actor onstage, were frequently delivered at full stage volume without any shift in direction or energy. They became speeches rather than secrets.

Cheryl Bolt as Chris had few line flubs surfaced over the course of the evening, but they were slips rather than stumbles, and they did little to undermine the committed work she brought to the role overall. Danica Shook as Marie felt a touch more subdued than the part seemed to call for. Whether this was an actor's choice or a directing decision is difficult to say from the outside, but one would have loved to see more consistent fire and bite from her throughout. The sparks were there in glimpses, which made their absence in other moments all the more noticeable.

The casting also created some unintentional friction. A significant part of Calendar Girls' appeal is the idea of a group of women of a certain age reclaiming agency and audacity. When the ensemble skews visibly younger, that thematic resonance softens considerably. The generational mismatch was particularly noticeable between Stub Estey as Rod and Cheryl Bolt as Chris. The gap in their apparent ages pulled focus in scenes that should have felt settled and domestic. Both Estey and Lloyd Rittiner as John presented challenges for the audience, with diction and projection that occasionally required some guesswork to fill in the blanks. The moments where the cast was all onstage together also suffered from clumsy blocking that felt more like a lineup than a stage picture, flattening the group dynamics into something static.

On a technical note, a gremlin snuck through: several live microphones during a transition picked up backstage noise and chatter, a small slip, but the kind that snaps an audience out of the world of the play. The scene transitions were a significant missed opportunity. The silence between scenes was eerie in the wrong way. Calendar Girls practically begs for underscore or source music to carry the emotional momentum through those gaps, and their absence made the evening feel longer than it needed to be. Speaking of length: the curtain went up at 7:30pm and curtain call began at 10:00pm, and the pacing throughout could have been tightened considerably because it felt (sometimes) like a slow 2.5 hours.

The Verdict

Fauquier Community Theatre's Calendar Girls is a production with a genuinely beating heart underneath some rough theatrical skin. When it works, and it does sometimes work, it is warm, funny, and moving in exactly the way Firth intended. Tina Mullins, Kathy Young, Tammy Barboza, Leslie Ann Ross, Eileen Marshall, and Greg Smith all bring work worth celebrating. The production's challenge is one of cohesion: a unified comic sensibility, more consistent dialect work, bolder staging, and tighter pacing would go a long way toward letting the show's considerable charm breathe. The calendar is worth flipping through. Just know that some months are more fully realized than others.

The Details

You have until March 22, 2026 to catch Calendar Girls at Fauquier Community Theatre's home at the Vint Hill Theater on the Green, 4225 Aiken Dr, Warrenton, Virginia. Friday and Saturday performances begin at 7:30 PM, with Sunday matinees at 2:00 PM. Budget roughly two and a half hours including a fifteen-minute intermission. Reserved seats are $20 for adults, $18 for seniors, and $16 for youth. Grab your tickets online or ring the box office directly at (540) 349-8760. More info at: https://fctstage.org/