That's Entertainment!

The missus is a sucker for musicals and I thought I’d pulled off quite a coup by getting her tickets for the West End show Seven Brides For Seven Brothers last month for her birthday as it’s one of her fave shows.

Sadly a week before her birthday she happened to mention that in no way, shape or form did she wish to see the show as the reviews had utterly panned it. But I argued that:

i) That information would have been useful before I bought the tickets.
ii) Reviews aren’t always correct and can’t always be trusted.

So she countered by saying that she’d quite happily go as we had good seats and I promised to buy her chocolates.

Well we went on Saturday with an open and limited expectations and the show still managed to disappoint. The cast weren’t up to it, the on-stage energy was sorely lacking and the choreography and overall production values just seemed a bit half-baked. The male lead Dave Willetts had a weak voice and the supporting cast had major problems holding American accents and projecting at the same time. And that’s a basic sort of skill for an actor to master.

To add insult to injury we were also charged £24 for four G&Ts.

In fact I’d have been happier if the entire cast and the woman serving at the bar were wearing face masks and carrying bags labelled SWAG as the entire sham was daylight robbery from start to finish.

So here’s my review of Seven Brides For Seven Brothers and you can trust it if you want: It was shit. It wasn’t even mediocre. The only half-decent thing in it was Shona Lindsay in the female lead and she only looked good because everyone else was so shockingly bad.

In fact I’m quite tempted to ask for a refund…