Little Shop of Horrors
By Lyn Gardner for The Guardian
Confession time. I have never before come face to face with the man-eating house plant at the heart of this B-movie-spoof musical so beloved of regional theatres and amateur dramatic societies. Now that I have peered into the insatiable jaws of Audrey II, "the strange and interesting plant" that transforms the fortunes of orphan Seymour and the Skid Row flower show where he works, I am slightly at a loss to understand the show's popularity.
However, it would need far better treatment than this to grab you. Christopher Luscombe's anaemic production has too much set, too much amplification and too little sense of fun. It lacks a lightness of touch, and looks and feels as if it hails from the 1950s rather than being a 21st-century production set in that era. click for more