Encased in glitter and gold, 42nd Street uses sequins, beaming lights and shiny tap shoes to hypnotise its audience. Unfortunately for this production, its spell had little power over my senses.
42nd STREET – West End
In the opening moments, accompanied by riotous applause from the audience, the curtain unlocks an explosion of colour and energy from a chorus line of dancers.
42nd STREET – West End
In the opening moments, accompanied by riotous applause from the audience, the curtain unlocks an explosion of colour and energy from a chorus line of dancers.
42nd STREET – West End
In the opening moments, accompanied by riotous applause from the audience, the curtain unlocks an explosion of colour and energy from a chorus line of dancers.
42ND STREET – West End
The ultimate ‘backstage musical’ 42nd Street lifted America from the depression, and its timely arrival at Drury Lane in such majestic style is still an evening of total escapism, total delight as you share the hopes and dreams of fresh-off-the-bus Peggy Sawyer (Clare Halse, bloody marvellous) breaking into the Broadway big-time via Sheena Easton’s broken ankle.
42nd STREET – West End
42nd Street at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane is a feast of musical theatre. This revival of the 1980s show, itself inspired by the 1930s recession busting movie of the same name, is nothing less than a homage to Busby Berkeley’s lavish Hollywood tap routines, framed around a fairytale of Broadway.