Another Saturday, another West End musical in oppressive heat. This time I and my culturally sophistimacated chums went to see Avenue Q, the Tony award-winning Broadway show still technically in preview here but very polished nonetheless.
I won’t spoil it for you (Wikipedia will if you’re keen), but in brief, it’s muppets for grown-ups. Not true muppets, as those are in the loving embrace of the Muppets Holding Company, but extremely close relatives thereof.
In case you’re fretting over the mechanics of the production: the muppet operators are visible, and use the stage exactly as unmuppeted actors do. Each operator owns a couple of characters, performing all their actions and voices (there’s no attempt at ventriloquism). When two characters owned by the same operator are on stage simultaneously, another operator does the actions but the owner does the voices. It’s very well done, and you quickly focus on the characters and not the operators.
There are some human characters as supporting cast. The stand-out human is gloriously named Christmas Eve, a stereotypical
OrientalAsian-American, played by the only cast member to transfer from the Broadway production.
Oh, it’s just great. Avaragado commands you to see it immediately.
Avaragado’s rating: eight fruit pastilles