Yes, the bodies you see are perfect specimens of sculptured sixpacks and biceps you could walk over and get at least 2000 steps in. But they are muscles moving bodies in marvellous ways. These boys can dance and every movement is potent.
This is a production of which any director, cast and theatre company should be proud.
With the world struggling to find a new norm in these ever-changing circumstances, never has the phrase “the show must go on” been more apparent.
To pee or not to pee. It sounds like a lowbrow take on the infamous Hamlet quote. One that a philistine would utter while their cronies scoff and drink mead and the thespians nearby cringe while nibbling on breast of peacock.
What becomes of the broken arted? They are cast from paradise according to Neil La Bute’s The Shape of Things.