When: Tuesday 11th March Where: Wimbledon Theatre
Why: FABULOUS
I’ve always enjoyed a croaky, out-of-tune man’s voice – Bob Geldof, Robbie Williams, Pierce Brosnan in Mamma Mia… But I reached my tipping point thanks to Jason Donovan in this show. He sounded absolutely knackered. He even looked a bit woozy, stumbling round the stage in his heels. He’s not a natural dancer, nor a natural transvestite, I can’t lie to you. Anything less elegant is difficult to imagine. Fortunately, he was carried by a great supporting cast and some proper good tunes. It’s the campest show I’ve ever seen, brightly coloured and pretty elaborate – and you know that although the plot is insanity, you’re going to enjoy yourself on the bus journey through Oz. The Divas suspended from the top of the stage were sassy and brilliant, and the sniping banter between the main three characters was sharp and often hilarious. It was an overall glittering assault on the senses and an enjoyable night out in Wimbledon.
Brixpig x
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