Post by BurlyBeaR on May 28, 2016 15:43:26 GMT
Goodness, how have we overlooked this? The tour lands for one night only (hit and run tactics?) at The Palace Manchester tonight with a "stellar cast" comprising someone from Eastenders, someone from Casualty and a Nolan.
i had a look at reviews from when it was first on in London, this cracker is from The Telegraph
I wonder if there are any seats available? 
i had a look at reviews from when it was first on in London, this cracker is from The Telegraph
Menopause the Musical, the brainchild of Jeanie Linders, is so intellectually lightweight it makes the average mag for teenage girls look like the collected works of Wittgenstein. It's garbage, and that's me being chivalrous. But nine million women have flocked to it in the English-speaking world, give or take the odd reluctant bloke. At the Shaw Theatre, I sat it out like a bemused vicar at a hen party.
The gimmick involves changing the lyrics to well-known "baby boomer" songs. Four ladies of a certain age, embodying various stereotypes - funky career-woman, neurotic actress, dowdy hippy, prim housewife - meet in a department store. They commiserate about hot flushes, night sweats, mood-swings and so on in a sort of tacky personalised karaoke accompanied by easy-on-the-hips hoofing.
The first to pass through the mangle is the Aretha Franklin classic Chain of Fools resung as Change of Life. The chorus line of California Girls gets switched to "I wish we all could be sane and normal girls". My Guy is fashioned anew as My Thighs ("I tell you from the heart they'll never fall apart, they're my thighs"). The love song Only You gets coarsely used to serenade a pink microphone suggestively fondled like a dildo.
Su Pollard, responsible for hitting that g-spot of smut, can usually be relied upon to be ghastly but she's mercifully restrained as the Rutland Housewife. To their credit, there's strong vocal work from Miquel Brown as the Power Woman and Samantha Hughes as the fretful Soap Star. Amanda Symonds's flabby Earth Mother convinces as the sort who burnt her bra in the Sixties.
It's so palpably poor it's hardly worth getting one's knickers in a twist about. You do wonder, though, whether this is what the women's lib pioneers had in mind all those years ago. Back to you, Germaine.
The gimmick involves changing the lyrics to well-known "baby boomer" songs. Four ladies of a certain age, embodying various stereotypes - funky career-woman, neurotic actress, dowdy hippy, prim housewife - meet in a department store. They commiserate about hot flushes, night sweats, mood-swings and so on in a sort of tacky personalised karaoke accompanied by easy-on-the-hips hoofing.
The first to pass through the mangle is the Aretha Franklin classic Chain of Fools resung as Change of Life. The chorus line of California Girls gets switched to "I wish we all could be sane and normal girls". My Guy is fashioned anew as My Thighs ("I tell you from the heart they'll never fall apart, they're my thighs"). The love song Only You gets coarsely used to serenade a pink microphone suggestively fondled like a dildo.
Su Pollard, responsible for hitting that g-spot of smut, can usually be relied upon to be ghastly but she's mercifully restrained as the Rutland Housewife. To their credit, there's strong vocal work from Miquel Brown as the Power Woman and Samantha Hughes as the fretful Soap Star. Amanda Symonds's flabby Earth Mother convinces as the sort who burnt her bra in the Sixties.
It's so palpably poor it's hardly worth getting one's knickers in a twist about. You do wonder, though, whether this is what the women's lib pioneers had in mind all those years ago. Back to you, Germaine.
