If anything could make me believe, or make-believe I believe, it would be the likes of Mavis Staples, who gave us 'something old, something new, and something from the future'.
Oh, c'mon! You know you want to. Go and see The Sound Of Music, I mean. Cool? No. Manly? Possibly not. But who can pretend they don't have a soft spot for its heartwarming themes.
This production of Much Ado About Nothing may not be one of the most daring versions you will ever see, but it has a powerful charm, a light touch, and an unbeatably generous spirit.
A night spent side-by-side, cheek-by-jowl, with Sondheim, means we'll be opened to laughter, tears, melancholy, introspection, bitterness, generosity, exuberance and more.
It's pretty interesting stuff, but you've got to be on your mettle to follow it all, as Barrie himself takes you down his own dark, meandering, menacing path.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.
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.