Mike Bartlett has made a bit of an art out of notions of the counter-factual future. In The 47th, he grounds his flights of fancy in the knowledge of institutions, people and political tides.
With Racky Plews’ production, and some 40 years after Jack Heifner’s play premiered in New York, Vanities in its musical iteration finally crosses the Atlantic to make its London debut. A three-handler, Kathy, Mary and Joanne are Texan women who we meet as teenage high school cheerleaders on the day of what was to be Kennedy’s assassination.
Miss Atomic Bomb blasts onto the St James stage with a visually impressive bang. In a show that’s a chain reaction of spectacular dance work (including some delicious tap routines), choreographer Bill Deamer’s fingerprints (or rather footprints) are everywhere. Deamer, who also co-directs, has a consummate understanding of the spectacular and the dancing here is amongst the best in town.