What's that you say? A musical about Imelda Marcos? A DISCO musical about Imelda Marcos? A disco musical about Imelda Marcos written by David Byrne and Fat Boy Slim at The Broadway Theatre just off New York’s glitzy Times Square? Set in a Studio 54 style night club? With flashing lights, a giant disco-ball, non-stop dancing, podia that twirl and slide and glide across the auditorium and banging tunes that stick in your head like earworms? I… sorry WE… were so here for you Here Lies Love.
Who cares if there is no reference to shoe collection? Who cares if politics takes a bit of a back seat to the disco bangers at times? The audience were clapping, singing, and on their feet dancing along. We (and when I say ‘we’ I probably mean ‘I’m) simply fell in love with show all over again. Every thumping, thrilling ecstatic 90 minute of it.
I was laughing, I was crying, and bless him Stuart was simply enjoying watching me do both. He’s a keeper.
Let's hope for a transfer of Here Lies Love back to the West End soon! Either that, or Stuart will get flown out to New York again. And he must hate that. š
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