Much corn but a poor harvest of laughs
As the hills come alive, the informed consumer is clearly invited to climb every mountain. It’s clever stuff, without a doubt. To what degree it verges on clever-dickery rather depends on what tickles your fancy.
Of the five sections devoted to specific composers, the Lloyd Webber bit comes nearest to generally accessible humour with its visual jokes about subterranean opera house waterways, roller skaters and a faded movie star diva.
And what follows is often heavily over-stated. But director Steve Smith and choreographer Clive Bennett work well to keep things moving and the players, Kim Arnold, Kenny Robinson, Kevin Wing and ValWhitlock, all clearly having a ball, display superb individual ability.