Roald Dahl, Tim Minchin, the Royal Shakespeare Company, and a crew of amazingly talented children to make you feel bad about your own meager accomplishments; what’s not to like?
I’ll give Nice Fish the benefit of the doubt and say that I just wasn’t the target audience – but this may be the first play I actively regret seeing.
If you can put aside your politically correct tendencies for a few hours, then there is a hilarious, catchy and strangely uplifting evening to be spent at ‘The Book of Mormon’.
A beautifully staged adaption of this classic, focusing on the novel’s dystopian atmosphere in a way that leaves you feeling unsettled in the good way. Continue reading “1984, Playhouse Theatre”