Many thanks to “Arthur” for alerting us to a new inductee into the Zero Stars Hall of Fame.
No surprises for guessing either the show or the reviewer:
An awfully big misadventure, this Spanish mauling of JM Barrie’s masterpiece flies into the Garrick and crash-lands belly up. There are no survivors. Such is the mind-boggling awfulness of this family show, performed in Spanish with inept English surtitles, that you wish the Lost Boys had not shot at Wendy but taken aim at this great white elephant and finished it off instead. My youngest daughter – a stoic survivor of such theatrical catastrophes as Fireman Sam Live on Stage and The Man in the Iron Mask – refused point blank to return with me after the interval.
Incidentally, we had been tipped off about the awfulness of Peter Pan El Musical by several people, professional critics among them, who have entreated us to go witness this theatrical disaster.
For the record we would just like to point out that the Whingers are not theatrical ambulance chasers. Oh, OK, we are. But we do not actively seek to spend our precious (Phil certainly can’t have many left) evenings watching bad theatre . Although admittedly writing about them is certainly much more enjoyable.