I toyed with calling this a "non-review," my term for when I don't feel qualified to
pass comment on something (usually because I didn't stay to the end.) In this
instance it wouldn't have been because of me but because Richard O'Brien's
The
Rocky Horror Show has gone beyond anything that can actually be reviewed, into a
surreal immersive experience where most of the audience know the script better than
the cast do. In fact I've never seen the show on stage before, although I
have seen the film; Christopher Luscombe’s production seems to be almost
permanently touring the country so I always figured there'd be another chance to
catch it. But after seeing the obscure sequel
Shock Treatment last year it seemed
about time for a visit to the famous original, in which newly-engaged couple Brad
(arsehole) (Ben Freeman) and Janet’s (slut) (Diana Vickers) car breaks down and they
go to a spooky mansion to see if they have a phone they can use (they don't.)
