
Pacific Overtures examines the inevitability of change as Japan faces the challenge of westernisation by America.

It reels you in with its bitchy, scathing dialogue, then lays the serious issues out before you. Laughs give way to lumps in the throat.

Last night’s performance was full of energy and humour, and subtle interpretations of songs from Krall’s albums with a few surprises in the mix.

When I go to the theatre I don't want a history lesson, no matter how ravishing the presentation. You can't fault the design, the aesthetics or the music of this show; Zulya is gorgeous, reminiscent of a young Sharon Stone, but this isn't enough.

Diavolo is a medley of endless and diverse styles, among them, everyday movement, ballet, contemporary, acrobatics, gymnastics, martial arts, and hip-hop.

How can I put this... I loved this show so much I want to marry it. Only she's such a wild, rebellious, independent creature that I'll have to settle for the brief, deliriously dirty little fling we had last night.

The MSO's latest venture sounds packed with potential for mockery: classic music and good British geekery? Who'd go to that?