The Producers, Churchill Theatre ****

 Whilst I think this is perhaps the most depressing theatre in terms of design, a place which has fared as well as the National after the travesty of 60s architecture, this year the programming seems more positive than in previous years, with shows I would actually like to see. However, with cheaper and better shows in the West End, I have to choose the shows I see here very carefully. Luckily, the Producers didn't disappoint. For a touring production, this has a relatively lavish set but not overly so to detract from the music or performances. In terms of those performances, English gives a magnificent Max but that is to be expected as he has basically lived his life in the role. I am beginning to hate Jason Manford as he can turn his hand to anything and perfect it easily. After seeing him in Sweeney, I was not expecting a typical celeb in a musical job but this is far better than anyone could ever have expected. Perhaps more surprising is Phil Hupitus' tuneful Leibkin who is massively entertaining fresh from his stint in Urinetown which I was sad to miss. Louie Spence also surprises as David Bedella's assistant who can actually sing a little. It suffices to say that Bedella is astonishing and fabulously camp as the narcissistic director. Perhaps it doesn't capture some of the more serious points, the old lady numbers being played for laughs rather than any point being made of it. However, this production is certainly more enjoyable than the majority of the West End musicals on at the moment and when Springtime for Hitler started, I was in fits. This is the only show I've seen at the Churchill that has received a standing ovation which is remarkable for a theatre that only seems to attract pensioners.