I wonder how that Beatles play was.
Anyone else suspect Brophs is out somewhere in some early house riding the post theatre adrenalin wave?
<Brophs standing on a chair>
"Come on everybody! All together! One last time! Loooooove looove me dooo..."
Ah lads, wait 'til I tell you about my night.
So we strolled down towards the Olympia and met a couple of my mates for a drink beforehand. Immediately we got worried because the crowd seemed to be full of what I'd politely term 'Facebook wankers'. This shower of cnuts seemed to have four iPhones per person, and weren't talking to each other, just surfing the net.
So we go in to the theatre, grab our seats and settle in. The curtain comes up, and behind it there's another white curtain to project stuff onto. So far so good. Then they show an arty little montage of old footage backed by a radio being tuned until it settles on a radio announcer saying 'And here are the new sensation....THE BEATLES'. Un-oh. Then the curtain lifts and the Beatles launch into 'Twist and Shout' and a couple of other songs from their earlier period. The 'band' stay in character throughout, and even do the 'George is looking for a girlfriend' line. The bloke who's playing Lennon is a dead ringer for Harrison. The bloke playing McCartney is as big an arsehole as McCartney, without the redeeming feature of being McCartney. On a screen at the back of the stage you can see where the screen is linked to a computer. At one stage the bloke had to take a file out of the recycle bin.
My missus: Isn't this supposed to be a play?
Me: Yeah, er, they're probably just going to do songs in between scenes.
The white curtain drops again. They project a 30 second Brian Epstein interview. It's running horribly out of sync. The curtain lifts and they do three more songs. From the Ed O'Sullivan show. They keep repeating the things the Beatles said on the show. More cringey, in-character banter. The bloke playing McCartney keeps doing his trademark raising of his fist/bass to gee the crowd up. It's not working.
My missus: This isn't a play, is it?
Me: Er.....
The curtain drops. They project an interview with Epstein saying 'And of course, the next step was to make a film.' The interview fades to footage of 'Help!' Except that they've recreated it (badly) using the 'band' instead of the real Beatles. It's still running out of sync. They still keep cutting to MS Windows, and the the person who is obviously lining up the next video clip by double clicking it.
My missus: What's going on?
Me: Er.....
They come back on and do three more songs 'from Shea Stadium', one of which is McCartney doing 'Yesterday on his own'. They break for the interval.
Me: Do you fancy leaving? This is a bit....
My missus: No. We should probably stay.
Me: You sure?
My missus: Yeah, let's go.
About fifty people had the same idea as us. There was a stampede out the door. We were home half an hour later. What an absolute pile of toss. They sold it as a play/show/musical thing, but it was just a covers band taking themselves way too seriously. And I've seen McCartney doing that tour when he basically only did Beatles records, so it was never going to top that. Admittedly the vocals were very similar, but I have sympathy for the people who actually paid €30 for that.
Then we got home and my missus' flatmate was crying, so I ended up going to bed on my own and listening to a Ricky Gervias podcast.
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