@LeedsCitizen went for a good night out to see The Play That Goes Wrong at Leeds Grand Theatre last night…
Last night we went to see The Play That Went Wrong at the Grand in Leeds. By the time we went to bed it was clear that something grim had happened in Manchester.
This morning isn’t one for laughs, and laughing is going to feel inappropriate for a while, but if you can summon up the will over the next few days (it’s on till Saturday), go and see it.
It’s a very silly, very clever and very British play. An accident-prone company of actors from Cornley Polytechnic are putting on a classic 1920s murder mystery play. And everything falls apart – the set, the props, the script, the acting – in a totally preposterous sequence of crashes, bangs, wallops and ooopses.
It’s Some Mothers Do ‘Ave ‘Em meets Agatha Christie, delivered at breakneck speed with immaculate timing by an accomplished cast. The audience was in stitches throughout.
“I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much,” said a bloke walking behind us down Briggate on our way home.
Go and see it.
Go and see it as a two-fingered salute to people who murder kids out on their first gig. Do it as a “fuck-you” from our happy shambles of a country, the home of silliness, panto, It’s a Knockout, Brian Rix, The Kumars at No 42, Fawlty Towers, Tommy Cooper, Dad’s Army, Michael Frayn … and The Play That Went Wrong.
Do it as a signal of love from Leeds to Manchester.