Nothing is as invasive on the senses as entering the Dorfman on it's inaugural production since being refurbished. Set out as a nightclub, you are encouraged into this space by wranglers dancing manically in pink jumpsuits to deafening music. Each piece of stage moves in, out and around throughout this experience. It acts as Miss Saigon meets Evita on crack. Telling the remarkable story of Imelda Marcos, this experience is like nothing I have ever seen. The story may lack some drive and if you aren't in the pit, the experience would be massively reduced. It was a whirlwind hour and a half and if theatre needs to adapt to modern culture, this is the way to go.
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