Saggy, baggy, in need of trimming and tightening up and decidedly over-exposed.
No we’re not talking about the women d’ un certain age disrobing on stage. As if we would be so unkind. We’re talking about the show.
Having been underwhelmed by Tim Firth‘s Calendar Girls both on film (2003) and even more so on stage (2008), Phil had given his latest musical version, rebranded (rather clumsily) as The Girls, a very wide berth indeed.
Then out trotted the five-star reviews from newspapers (about 8 of them) which suggested he was missing something. In fact one threw down the bold gauntlet of promise that it would make him “cry with laughter”. Read the rest of this entry »
A West End Whinger 