The show is at its best when it indulges in the naturally dark world of betrayal and courtly intrigues, as it succeeds in drawing you into the twisted minds of the Macbeth’s.
This is a spectacular event, with a suitably immodest light show. The dinosaurs (yes, the DINOSAURS) are big and fleshy, with movements used to good contrasted effect.
When we enter the space, descending two flights of stairs in single file, the world outside is still a deep, but darkening, blue; when we leave it, an hour later, night has (irrevocably?) fallen.
Joanna Murray-Smith's Love Child is a beautifully crafted play that works both on a personal and a political level, whilst never falling into preachiness.
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.