Last week I went to see Derren Brown’s latest UK tour, Showman. I have seen him live a couple of times before and he never fails to impress. He is unassuming on stage, yet his mere presence demands attention. He is also (quite obviously) extremely clever and exudes such a command over the meticulous design of his show, and everything he says and does, which is undoubtedly a skill that comes in handy in his line of work. He is indeed, a showman.
Of course, I won’t go into any details here about the show itself, suffice to say that it was a masterclass in suggestion and misdirection, and as always, I left the theatre not entirely sure what it was that I just witnessed. A lot of things happened during those two hours that I can’t just explain away, and even though yet again, I didn’t make it onto the stage, many others did. I watched them being randomly selected from the audience, and they all seemed entirely genuine.
If you have ever been on the fence about going to see Derren Brown, or if you are sceptical about all the shenanigans, I would implore you to go and see for yourself. At the very least you will go home entertained, and there’s a fair chance you will be thinking about what happened for many days afterwards.
Yesterday I went to the theatre for the first time since before the world went to shit, and The Rocky Horror Show was about as good a production as any to remind me what life was like in the pre-pandemic years.
I have seen the show twice before, but not for a long time, and I had forgotten just how crazy and unhinged it can be. To be honest, I’m a little surprised that something as politically incorrect as Rocky Horror has slipped under the radar and not yet been cancelled. There are certainly far less inflammatory pieces of media that have run into problems in recent years, but I’m glad that it has survived, because the world needs as much entertainment as it can get right now.
The audience heckled politely – because that is as much a part of the show as Brad and Janet – but they were respectful during the parts when they were meant to stay silent. Nobody ever seems to get out of hand. It’s really quite amazing to see how well it all fits together.
The Rocky Horror Show has been on stage for nearly fifty years, and it shows no sign of slowing down any time soon, which is good to see. It’s just good, unsavoury fun. Check your prudish sensibilities at the door, and you’ll be fine.
Maybe next time I’ll channel Frank and put on my stockings.