The Rocky Horror Show – Wolverhampton Grand
She's still a wild and an untamed thing.
Like a regular visit from your favourite aunt, Rocky Horror rocks up once more at the Grand Theatre Wolverhampton to holler, heckle and howl, to shout, shimmy and shock, to dazzle, disturb and delight. Since it burst on the fringe scene fifty-three earth years ago it has transcended taste and tact with an ebullient effusion of mad-cap antics and a full-bodied burst of good old rock and roll to deploy a tale both carnal and comic with just a hint of poignancy running through its tainted veins. Like a mad scientist pondering the morality of his unnatural endeavours, I wonder if Richard O’Brien quite thought what he was unleashing on an unsuspecting world when he sharpened his quill and wrote “Michael Rennie was ill the day the earth stood still…” a...