Pantomimes and me don’t mix. I’m fundamentally a rather grumpy personality. If there’s no ironic fall-back position I feel a bit lost.
I went into Dick Whittington the Rock ‘n’ Roll Panto with an open mind, but within minutes was ruing my decision.
Distinctly out of my comfort zone, I resigned myself to a painful two hours of bum, fart and cock jokes and made a mental note not to make the same mistake again.
Not for the first time I was completely wrong. As the bad jokes and the bizarre juxtaposition of rock and pop numbers stacked up I began to realise that there was no point in resisting.
The brilliant duo of Adam Keast and Francis Tucker steal the show as the duo of Warren Fitzwarren and Dottie Doolittle, the show stepping up a little whenever they’re on.
Their double entendres, very fruity in places, are all carried off with the right amounts of saucy aplomb and knowing winks, and the remorseless persecution of audience member Stuart hilarious, culminating in a supersoaker crotch drenching courtesy of Tucker.
All of the cast do well, and the many skills on display – acting, singing, dancing and playing multiple instruments – are undoubtedly impressive.
And as far as I’m concerned any sexy cat that knows how to play the drums is always worth seeing.
I couldn’t really make head nor tail of the plot, and a couple of the musical numbers didn’t really gel but the whole thing left me with a big fat smile on my face. Perfect, fantastic fun. Go see.