The idea of living a hermetic subterranean life has its appeal. What if an enforced existence in a bunker became a positive thing - it's a large leap of the imagination but then that is the point of art - what if a post-nuclear dystopia became a post-nuclear utopia.
Picture the scene, it's a Tuesday evening at the Novello Theatre just off the Strand and I am sat between Ronnie Corbett and Andrew Scott (Moriarty from Sherlock). Dotted around us are the American from Downton, a man from War Horse, Patricia Routledge and Olivia Coleman. It could not have turned out better.
Although I am reliably told it is a 'classic', before I saw the new West End revival, the only things I knew about Sweeney Todd were the two words 'Sweeney' and 'Todd'. I was the proverbial blank canvas going into the performance - I didn't know what to expect, what the story was, what the music was like: nothing.
One Man Two Guvnors is still a must see show in London and is certainly very, very funny. Any criticism of the performances are done with the original in mind and although somewhat dissapointing, they still are great performances in an excellent play.