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.
Uked! is a sing along, string along, immersive jukebox musical, that's more folksy balladeering than an all out, all that jazz razzmatazz.
Following the unedifying edict that "there's a sucker born every minute", the show skewers the modern self-improvement economy in a piss-take parody of today's 'gurus' and snake-oil salesmen.