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THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW – 50th ANNIVERSARY SPECTACULAR

★★★

UK Tour

THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW – 50th Anniversary Spectacular

Dominion Theatre

★★★

“This golden jubilee celebration is timely but should be approached with the same glam-punk ethic that informs the show”

In the early 1970s, a cash-strapped actor by the name of Richard O’Brien was between jobs. To keep himself out of mischief through the long winter evenings he started scrabbling together a musical that combined his childhood passions: science fiction and B horror movies. It was slap bang in the middle of the glam era, and like many popular musical artists of the time he was armed with just a guitar and three chords. Australian director, Jim Sharman, was shown a small portion of the unfinished script. O’Brien bumped into Tim Curry at the gym one day. The small studio upstairs at the Royal Court Theatre was free for a try out. The rest, as they say (whoever they are), is history.

Fast forward half a century to a Sunday night at the foot of the Charing Cross Road, where the Dominion Theatre resembles the headquarters of the largest ‘Rocky Horror’ convention imaginable. Lines of Frank-N-Furters, Janets, Brads, Riff Raffs, Magentas and Columbias snake around the block, eager to pick up their ‘audience participation prop bag’ before the anniversary showing of the remastered film. Shivers of anticipation are everywhere – events like this are what turn the word ‘spectacular’ into a noun from an adjective. Some are eagerly and sweatily clutching V.I.P. Meet & Greet passes. In attendance are four of the original cast members: Barry Bostwick (Brad Majors), Patricia Quinn (Magenta), Nell Campbell (Columbia) and Peter Hindwood (Rocky). But don’t worry if you’re not a member of the elite – we all get to meet the icons for a pre-show Q&A.

Larry Viezel, president of the official ‘Rocky Horror’ fan club, hosts the evening with decorum-subverting declamation before inviting the four actors onto the stage. Questions, which may or may not have come from members of the audience, lead to well-rehearsed anecdotes from the cast. They may be preaching to the choir, but it’s a tune they love to hear again. We are here to celebrate. If you’re there to watch the film… forget it! This is all about the fans. And the fan club, of which many of its members shadow cast the movie live onstage below the giant screen. This shadow casting stretches into the auditorium with many (most) audience members vying for a piece of the action. It’s not just the sing-along treatment, but shout-along and scream-along. Stock phrases, heckles and call-and-response drown out the already booming soundtrack. Glow sticks and phone screens dominate the sightlines, which are obliterated once time-warping guitar riffs bring the entire crowd to their feet. But, hey, ‘it’s astounding’ and, with a ‘pelvic thrust that really drives you insane’, you can’t help being drawn in.

Astonishing as it may sound, some people might be coming to ‘Rocky Horror’ for the first time. Firstly… what rock have you been living under? Secondly, when you get home, watch the film in private. Or better still, watch it before going to this anniversary celebration. Initially a box office flop, its significance soon exploded, catching the zeitgeist of the time but staying relevant over the decades for each generation that discovers it. A film that celebrates gender fluidity, queer art, sexual liberation and self-expression through its anthemic mantra, “Don’t Dream It, Be It”. Tim Curry’s vampiric ‘sweet transvestite’ Frank-N-Furter has become a national icon, like the film itself that has outgrown and overshadowed its own origins. It started out as musical theatre mischief, pastiche and parody but having escaped the shackles of its creator has run amok around the world. There’s no point in containing it now.

‘Rocky Horror’ has never dated. A certified queer and camp classic it will continue to sell out theatres for the next half century. This golden jubilee celebration is timely but should be approached with the same glam-punk ethic that informs the show. It is pure party time. The shadow cast, miming and lip-synching below the screen is a distraction. But that’s nothing compared to what’s going on in the stalls and the dress circle. But, as Tim Curry’s corseted figure strides across the giant screen, imploring us to “give yourself over to absolute pleasure”, we are reminded of the enduring attraction of the film. Whether an ‘erotic nightmare’ or ‘sensual daydream’, it will be ‘treasured forever’.

 



THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW

Dominion Theatre then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 19th April 2026

by Jonathan Evans

 

 

 

 

THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW

THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW

THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW

A FAIRYTALE FOR CHRISTMAS

★★★

UK Tour

A FAIRYTALE FOR CHRISTMAS

Dominion Theatre

★★★

“we are delightfully thrown off track with diversions into traditional Irish numbers and some rousing instrumental breaks”

I’ve never experienced New York at Christmas, but I have many fond memories of celebrating the festive season in Dublin. From the Liffey, through O’Connell Street, and down Grafton Street to St Stephen’s Green, the lure of the pubs is irresistible with their warmth and sweat as locals, and strangers, bustle together. Fiddles, bodhrans and whistles barely drowning out the lilting babble, and the Guinness spilling from raised glasses as freely as the ‘craic’ is flowing. The long-running, touring concert – “A Fairytale for Christmas” – recreates the experience. But on its extended pub crawl, it has misguidedly stumbled into a venue too large to capture fully the intimacy of its intentions. But, hey, the energy from the thousand or so revellers in the auditorium, matched by the earthy pizazz of the performers up on the vast Dominion stage, seem to just about pull it off.

We’re not in the Fair City, judging by the vast backdrop, but in Central Park. A pop-up bar is open round the clock, to which the city’s drinkers and dancers and musicians are drawn. By the way, ‘this show is in no way based on, endorsed by, or affiliated or associated with the song titled Fairytale of New York…’. Despite this disclaimer in the advertising copy, there is a sanitised nod to the late, great Shane MacGowan. And, of course, the song does appear. How could it not?

Master of ceremonies is Shane Morgan (a close namesake to The Pogues’ leading man, especially if you slur your words). Morgan is credited as the Narrator. A loose job description unless you feel that being reminded repeatedly what city, and what season, you are in constitutes a good story. But he is in fine voice as he leads the core troupe of singer/musicians through their paces. They are literally (and it sounds like the opening of a joke) the Englishman, Irishman and Scotsman. Respectively, Oliver Cave on guitar, Peet Jackson on banjo and Caitlin Forbes on fiddle. All of them seasoned singers, along with soloist Molly Farmer who ups the quartet into a quintet. Swirling around the whirlwind of musical medleys are the dancers, brilliantly skilled, sassy and versatile; mixing traditional Irish stepdance with more contemporary Riverdance style choreography. A bit of MT and tap thrown in, along with glorious stagecraft courtesy of choreographer Leanne Kyte. Dave Richardson’s lighting and AV design is magical, spotlighting the glorious (uncredited) display of costume too. With Creative Director, Ged Graham, at the helm, the show is quite a spectacle.

The song list sets off on a predictable course. Santa Claus is coming to town, while we wish it could be Christmas every day (surely Santa’s going to protest). We are simultaneously driving home for, and stepping into, Christmas. You get the drift. But we are delightfully thrown off track with diversions into traditional Irish numbers and some rousing instrumental breaks, interspersed with a couple of quieter moments. Violinist Forbes’ intimate rendition of ‘Danny Boy’ is a highlight, while Cave gives us a haunting ‘Peace on Earth’, enriched by the harmonies of the ensemble. Unfortunately, an awful lot of the singing is lost in a gruelling and muddy sound mix. The bass drags the harmonies down into its silty undertow while the kick drum persistently paces behind the scenes – particularly during a bizarre arrangement of Slade’s ‘Merry Xmas Everybody’ – as though the giant from the ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’ panto down the road is pounding the walls, smelling the blood of an Englishman (and Irishman and Scotsman – oh, and Spanish… there’s a token of Flamenco added to the evening’s mix to give the required cosmopolitan feel).

By the time we reach the semi-eponymous finale number, MacGowan’s poignant lyrics are long buried underneath what resembles a raucous Saturday night chucking out time. Who knows who is singing what; but who cares? We’re loving it. The crowd are on their feet; phone flashlights are waving through the night air (I remember when it used to be cigarette lighters) and the resounding cry of ‘Yes!’ follows Morgan’s encore offer of ‘one for the road’. Like Santa, this show in London is a one-nighter. But if you’re quick you could catch it up in another town. And hopefully a smaller venue. It needs more of the intimacy of a spit and sawdust pub, not a cold, cavernous hall. But our hearts have still been warmed by the high energy display of tradition, wit, music and dance.



A FAIRYTALE FOR CHRISTMAS

Dominion Theatre then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 23rd November 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Prestige Productions


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

PUNK OFF! | ★★★★ | March 2025
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA | ★★★★★ | November 2024
THE ROCKY HORROR SHOW | ★★★★ | September 2024
GREASE | ★★★★ | May 2022

 

 

A FAIRYTALE FOR CHRISTMAS

A FAIRYTALE FOR CHRISTMAS

A FAIRYTALE FOR CHRISTMAS