Robin Bailey and Ellie Neate in Charles Court Opera’s The Sorcerer
SAY WHAT YOU LIKE ABOUT MUSICAL theatre in London, the odd shaft of light does occasionally flash through the grisly scene. I can scarcely contain my excitement, for example, at the prospect of Mozart: Her Story, coming up in November, wherein Wolfy’s “arguably more talented sister”, “Nan”, gets to overturn centuries of patriarchal bullshit somehow or other, yeah?
As you slump in despair through or the nauseating , it is poignant to reflect that next year marks the 150th anniversary of the premiere of , Arthur Sullivan and W.S. Gilbert’s first joint venture, and the starting gun for the marvels of twentieth-century musical theatre.
