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Thursday, April 3

Tag: Oklahomo

Oklahomo – The Old Joint Stock Theatre
West Midlands

Oklahomo – The Old Joint Stock Theatre

“Oklahomo” is an endearingly ramshackled, delightful kitsch and joyously indulgent piece of … what? Well, that’s the question. Is it a revue? Is it cabaret? Is it drag? Is it slapstick? Is it art? Let’s settle for post-modern Dadaist agit-prop performance piece with knock gags. I’m sure I’ll think of a better description later in the review. The Old Joint Stock Theatre, now under the confident management of James Edge, is a gem in the heart of the second city - small, compact, bijou. Climbing the stairs is like sneaking away to your own secret playroom away from the grown-ups and that, in essence, is what tonight felt like. Maybe a hundred people, joyfully crammed into a hot room with many a-fan fluttering would usually be my idea of hell, but this was a crowd clearly out to enjoy itsel...