Edward Scissorhands (ballet), Theatre Royal, Norwich. February 2015.
It has been nearly two weeks since I saw this and yet I still find myself at a loss when trying to write about it. For all the right reasons I hasten to add - it was a piece of perfect theatre.
I'm pretty sure I saw the movie back in the 1990s but again I went to see a Matthew Bourne ballet knowing very little of the plot intricacies and once more it didn't matter - the story just unfolded naturally in front of me.
Often theatre reviewers and critics say that if you notice things like the scenery and the lighting then there is something lacking in the event but in this case absolutely everything was perfect and worked together - you were supposed to notice the lights, the nets etc. At the end I was crying and yet hadn't realised that this was the case.
I came out of the performance gobsmacked that there were empty seats and it is only because I couldn't fit it in that I wasn't back at the Box Office buying tickets to see this again and again. The one thing I feel bad about it telling my mum that she has to see this only to find that her local theatre isn't showing it.