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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

AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

★★★★

Underbelly Boulevard

AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

Underbelly Boulevard

★★★★

“It is theatre, cabaret, comedy, music, parody, oratory and pure vocal virtuosity rolled into one”

The title of the show speaks for itself, but just to make sure Sarah-Louise Young announces – from the semi-darkness of the stage – that “Kate’s not there”. This follows with a reassuring “…but you are” as though that is all that matters. First, she wants to determine who ‘we’ are. Young assumes we either a dyed in the wool Kate Bush fan, or one of those poor souls dragged along by said fan. She’s partly right. The point she misses though, in her endearingly modest and self-deprecating way, is that most of the audience comprises fans of Young herself. The show has been doing the rounds for a while now – with sell-out London, Edinburgh and Australia runs under its belt (or red wig in Young’s case).

It doesn’t take long to discover why. Made by Sarah-Louise-Young and co-writer/director Russell Lucas (notice the word ‘made’, rather than written), it is not a tribute act. There are too many ingredients in the making. It is theatre, cabaret, comedy, music, parody, oratory and pure vocal virtuosity rolled into one. Like a delicious muffin baked in Kate Bush’s very own Aga (that simile will only make sense if – or rather when – you go and see the show). Young is adept at dropping inconsequential yet hilarious details that become relevant later in the evening.

Having travelled the world with her show, Young has picked up additional material. What was once an hour long, one-act set is now a two-act show. There is a slight suspicion that she has overstretched herself – a fair bit of the extra time slot is filled with extended audience banter – but there is no doubt her act has stepped up to conquer the West End, whilst winning us over completely. She assuages our fear of the dreaded ‘audience participation’ phrase by making us feel at ease with her wanderings into the auditorium, while her anecdotes meander in equally unexpected directions. Couples are brought onto the stage to provide backing vocals, or to slow waltz while she sings. Young gives the impression she can sing and talk simultaneously. She can also be weird and poignant simultaneously. Her banter is often banal, but always fascinating. And funny. She could get by without singing a note and we would still be captivated.

But when she does break into song, our reaction is epitomised by her rendition of Kate Bush’s “Wow”. Young doesn’t mimic, but she captures the quality and matches the character of the original. The set list is carefully chosen and strung together as a revue – each number a sketch within its own context. “This Woman’s Work” is performed by a cleaner, backstage at the Hammersmith Apollo. “Hammer Horror” is sung by a fan who has broken into Bush’s house and is furtively raiding the kitchen and dishing up supper. Young is dressed as a snowflake for “King of the Mountain”, veiled in black for the gorgeous, piano-led “And Dream of Sheep”; but much of the time she is in a red leotard to accommodate her impossibly swift costume changes. “Babooshka” is sung in Russian, correcting the pronunciation of the title. Young replaces Peter Gabriel’s vocal part of “Don’t Give Up” with her own verses of semi-spoken reminiscences and anecdotes. Other favourites include “Hounds of Love” and the vocally perfect “Army Dreamers”.

And, of course, the one we have all been waiting for: “Wuthering Heights”. For this finale she teasingly turns the microphone towards the audience. On cue, the floor erupts into a chorus of ‘it’s me’ and ‘Cathy’ and pleas to be ‘let in-a-your window’. But the real magic is when Young grabs the spotlight back to reclaim the song. There is comedy in her movement but beauty in her voice. Which sums up the performance.

Has Kate Bush ever been tempted, I wonder, to go and see Young’s show, sneaking into the auditorium to see what it is all about? If you’re reading this, Kate, you really should – you will love it. Something tells me she won’t be reading these words – but whoever is – I’d say the same to you. You really should go and see this show. You don’t need to be a ‘Fan of the Bush’ (Young’s words – not mine) but you will, without doubt, end up being a fan of Sarah-Louise Young.

 



AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

Underbelly Boulevard

Reviewed on 14th April 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Ed Fielding


 

 

 

 

AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH