Murder most musical
Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been to see two shows, both of them involving people killing others, and the audience following the killers’ stories. Whether the victims “had it coming” or simply “looked like plant food”, we weren’t meant to feel much sympathy with them, though the levels of audience sympathy with the killers was very different in each show.
First, I zoomed up to the capital to see Little Shop of Horrors with three friends. This show is a particular favourite of mine, so it was wonderful to see a professional production, even if it did heighten my previously-mentioned desire to play the role of Seymour. The show is on at the rather lovely Ambassadors Theatre and was an absolute joy. The cast were all very good, which is always a relief in a show with a small cast, as anyone under par stands out like a sore thumb. The bloodthirsty plant had a new design, which was refreshing. And, of course, the script and score were as excellent and laughter-provoking as always.
The Singing Librarian Talks 