An energetic businesswoman strides into a room and sits in front of a table lined with different coloured telephones. They all proceed to ring. Chaos, and hilarity, ensue...
If it’s raw entertainment you seek, peppered with tongue in cheek humour and powered by rock and roll, then you’ll feel right at home under this big top.
This is a beautifully written piece, the language segueing marvellously from ferocity to lyricism with the occasional detour through middle-class twaddle thrown in for good measure.
Theirs is a humour that relies on the shock of non sequiturs, of mad segues off into the unknown, a humour that encourages their audience to let their imaginations run wild.
This is a programme of neoclassical dance, a ‘back to basics’ production, without any glamorous tutus, headpieces or jewels to crowd the dancers’ athleticism.
It’s been almost 15 years since The Book of Mormon premiered on Broadway and even longer since Joseph Smith ‘discovered’ the golden plates that provided the inspiration for the show.
However earnest and inarguably lovely it is to look at, the pedestrian sexual indulgence and relationship traumas of New York 'A' gays penned 9 years ago doesn't feel particularly urgent.
Capturing the essence of its predecessor, Heathers The Musical is an absurdly comic production that doesn’t just walk the line of polite society but plans to blow it all up with reckless abandon.