Jenna Russell plays Penelope Pennywise in Urinetown (Picture: Johan Persson)
In some dystopian alternative reality, drought has brought about environmental disaster, not to mention a major lavatorial crisis.
As a result, citizens are only allowed to relieve themselves in public amenities – the punishment for going in the bushes is too severe to risk. Thanks to the profit-making machinations of the Urine Good Company, though, the cost of using the toilets has risen so high, many ordinary folk can’t muster the coins to spend a penny legally.
Mark Hollmann and Greg Kotis’s daft-but-serious musical spoof became a Broadway smash at the beginning of the noughties.
It has real iconoclastic verve: not only does it send up the conventions of musical theatre, it also takes aim at both corporate cynicism and lazy populism, and offers a heartfelt environmental message. Tonally, it’s a bit like The Beggar’s Opera updated by the South Park…
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I’d Rather Goya Robbed Me Of My Sleep… puts its protagonist in a cube (Picture: Ikin Yum Photography)
Theatre review: I’d Rather Goya Robbed Me Of My Sleep…, Gate Theatre
Rodrigo García’s playlet, in which a nameless, sleep-deprived speaker proposes to take his young children on a hedonistic night-time trip to see the Goya paintings in the Prado museum, is even odder than you might expect from its cumbersome full title – I’d Rather Goya Robbed Me Of My Sleep Than Some Other Arsehole.
A descriptive subtitle for Jude Christian’s production might be Monologue With Two Piglets, since the offspring Steffan Rhodri’s anti-consumerist ranter addresses are played by two young Gloucester Old Spots. It’s quite a coup when the squealing creatures are first produced but since their actions thereafter are limited to grunting and defecating, the initial impact fades.
At the heart of Fly Davis’s hygienic, abstract-looking stage design is a…
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