Forget lullaby of Broadway, 42nd Street is the toast of the West End. This revival, directed by co-author Mark Bramble, has pulled out all the stops to ensure it’s the biggest, brightest and best show in London.
It is big. Really big. A cast of nearly sixty tap dance their way into your heart, in a production that balances nostalgia with glorious unrelenting technicolour. This is old-school musical theatre at its best, but it’s barely aged at all. Each scene feels and looks different from the last, and every detail has been painstakingly curated to make this show scream spectacular, from the stunning (and boy, are they stunning) costumes to the impressive lighting and astounding sets.
Sheena Easton makes her West End debut in the role of Dorothy Brock, and we’re left wondering what on earth took so long to get her on to a London stage? Those vocals are an absolute treat and she’s nailed the character too. Tom Lister, in the role of Julian Marsh is also impressive vocally and has a great command of the stage.
Clare Halse as chorus girl turned Broadway star, Peggy Sawyer, has all the attributes of the character she plays. Her dance routines are absolute perfection and she is mesmerising to watch. Stuart Neal takes on the role of Billy Sawyer, and again, every step and every note is divine.