H.R. Haitch is a brilliant example of the future of musical theatre in Britain and walks a playful line between politics and humour that provides an important dialogue about the ridiculousness of our current state of world.
Much like Chelsea and Bertie’s romance, H.R. Haitch might not always be particularly elegant, but it’s good fun, and its heart is in the right place. And if nothing else, it gives us a couple of hours’ escape from wondering who’s going to walk Meghan down the aisle.
Unfortunately, H.R. Haitch just didn’t hit the mark and certainly didn’t receive my royal approval. That said, it would be the ideal antidote for an anti-Royalist or football loathing person this coming weekend.
Two groups are better impersonated on television than by theatre: the Royal Family, and East Enders. In H.R. Haitch they collide awkwardly in a royal wedding spoof musical with all the elegance of a bin lorry ram-raiding Buckingham Palace.
Stumble on your way out of the Menier’s restaurant and you can, literally, roll down the ramp through The Bunker’s front door. The two upstairs, downstairs theatres are currently serving up two, very different, musicals: She Loves Me and Muted.
Muted is tender and thoughtful, beautifully reflective in the way it probes into the different ways in which we grieve. And it uses its structure well, songs are less about narrative propulsion but saying what the characters don’t yet have the emotional articulacy to say out loud.