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The Rocky Horror Show: New Wimbledon Theatre (and touring)

(seen at the 5.30pm performance on 16th February 2019)

A real slice of nostalgia, this dates from 1973, feels like it, and is all the better for it as well. The most up-to-date thing in the entire show is a single “audience response” shout “what’s your favourite Lionel Ritchie song?” (answer: ‘hello’). And yet, thanks to an energetic cast and imaginative creative team, it still feels fresh.

Lovers Brad (A***hole) and Janet (S*ut) break down in the rain, seek refuge in the home of Frank N Furter, and meet his household staff and latest invention Rocky, before the crew return from whence they came.

It’s all campy stuff, very much of a time-warp, when such things were outrageous instead of on prime-time television. That we have come so far is something to celebrate in itself, and it’s a fair case that this show (and film version) played a major role in helping acceptance happen.

Dom Joly makes a decent guide. His career may be over (‘harsh but fair, Wimbledon,’ he admits) but his narrator is a quick-witted and amusing soul. Opening the show, a dreamy Usherette (Laura Harrison) reminds us of the joys of a “Science Fiction – Double Feature” before the cinema curtain goes back on the cardboard-cutout world (excellent Hugh Durrant set, Sue Blane Costumes).


We meet nerdy Brad (Ben Adams, A***hole, as mentioned) and cute Janet (Joanne Clifton, S*ut, again, as mentioned), as well-matched a team as you could find – Clifton in particular in rather good voice throughout. From their first encounter with Riff Raff (creepy Kristian Laverscombe) and strikingly frenetic master Frank N Furter (Stephen Webb, charming underclothes) it’s mostly roaring fun.


Lovely support work from Magenta (Laura Harrison again) and a beautiful bit of fun in the second half by Columbia (Miracle Chance), rightly applauded. Rocky (Callum Evans) is a vision in leopard-print, while Ross Chisari makes the most of both Dr Scott and Eddie. Notes too for Reece Budin, Shelby Farmer, Katie Monks and Jake Small, Phantoms who add greatly to the big numbers when required.

Sure, the music isn’t always the most memorable – “The Time Warp,” “Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch-Touch-A-Touch-Me,” “Sweet Transvestite” and “Hot Patootie” remaining the mainstays, and the plot is thinner than Janet’s slip, but the script still has its moments and they are greatly enhanced by those who know when the audience chimes in.

If it comes your way and you’ve never seen this little piece of British musical theatre history, try to. More significant than the frivolity makes it appear, it’s for the broader-minded and shows just how many more broad-minded folk there are now. A milestone that deserves support and recognition for all it does.

4 stars.

 

Photographs by kind permission of the New Wimbledon Theatre.

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