Musical mockery

Forbidden Broadway
Menier Chocolate Factory

Dr Korczak’s Example
Arcola

High hopes at the Chocolate Factory. The Southbank’s liveliest producing house has a great record for taking shows into the West End. Musicals are a speciality and the latest has just arrived from New York. Forbidden Broadway was created nearly three decades ago by rookie writer Gerard Alessandrini who hoped it might earn him some hackwork as a lyricist. The show ran for 27 years. In this version, spruced up and adapted for London, every aspect of theatre gets a splattering. Costly tickets, tacky souvenir shops, greedy impresarios, the glut of film revivals and the use of video projections instead of real sets. Overhyped musical flops (like the recently defunct Spring Awakening) are subjected to a particularly venomous strain of grave-jigging satire. At its best, the show pulls off a magnificent double and matches populist gags with sophisticated wit. In the Oliver! spoof, Nancy enters — bodice torn, head bleeding — and launches into a feminist critique of the masochistic anthem, ‘As long as he needs me’: ‘I’ll suffer Cameron’s scorn/ I’ll limp for Matthew Bourne/ I’ll dress like I’m in porn/ As long as he beats me.’

There are a few creative hiccups. Renaming Billy Elliot ‘Silly Idiot’ isn’t perhaps the greatest feat of invention in literary history and the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang take-off (you can guess how Chitty is satirised) is so vitriolic that it induces a pathos shift and makes you pity the original and spurn the caricature. Some of the props look a bit Blue Peter-ish and the Andrew Lloyd Webber skit needs work. ‘The Lord’ appears in a technicolour dreamcoat stroking a toy cat to the sound of Jesus Christ Superstar.