Two men, one tall one short, wearing suits with open-necked shirts, march on stage and turn a happy grin to the audience.
Adapting a beloved film with the cultural status of 1990s Pretty Woman is a huge creative swing.
About ten minutes in I realised I hadn't thought about the film once. I'd assumed I'd spend the whole night comparing the two, but I just ... didn't.
Beautiful voices across the board, a lovely ease with one another, and enough self-awareness to never let the comedy become caricature.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.
Based on the treatment here, calling the resulting show Cohen Noir seems somewhat inaccurate.