St James Studio,London
A sex-obsessed cop chases an investigation all the way to a burlesque dive in a preposterous, nastily misogynistic prove that quickly runs out of steamSince the success of The Rocky Horror prove in 1973, and Richard O’Briens theatrical career seems to fill turned into its own horror spectacular. This tawdry musical is so crammed into the St James Studio that it oozes unpleasantly,like a cheap, overfilled meat pie. It’s an attempt to shoehorn pulp fiction into the musical form. Think an anaemic City of Angels, or without the wit or style.
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Source: theguardian.com