Oh, my, Masqueraders, what a fine show you have on
Who else but Stephen Sondheim could have written the music, and particularly those lyrics, to this 30-year-old Broadway show which is definitely worth the effort - but at three hours long won't be to everyone's taste.
Praise must go to the set-builders and sound-effects people backstage. The woodland stage looks terrific while the earth-shattering reverberations of unseen giants toppling out of the sky had me plugging my ears. There were a few feedback glitches with the borrowed sound system on Tuesday, but not many.
I loved Erin Broadhurst's Little Red Riding Hood - she has natural comedic ability - while her own personal wolf, in the shape of Chris Roberts, howls hideously, and is only outdone by cackling Jenny Chappell having the time of her life as the wicked witch.