Cheeky-genius is I feel an apt coupling of words that describe the ever-surviving South Park writing duo Trey Parker and Matt Stone. They've tabooed their way to an impressive longevity on the comedic stage, and caused many censorship committees running through the streets naked shouting "My eyes! My eyes!"
A silly few doubted their next venture on Broadway, but to doubt the Team America team is unwise. Nine Tony awards later, a series of smug acceptance speeches, and enough sell out shows to make Tom Jones pack up his pussycat and go home, behold a monster was born. A bloating success thus turned its beady snout over the pond, with an eye to concur the English.
The busy staff at the Prince of Wales Theatre, Dave and Jeff, froze, sniffing the heightened breeze from the cellar window, sensing the coming of a giant. In a low murmuring chant they chimed "From the 25th of Feb, life will never be the same." "Show's a bit pricey though Dave." "Life changing things usually are Jeff."
Now I'm inclined to agree with Dave; this American glitz, glamour and guaranteed giggle spluttering shock factory was
never going make love to your wallet, more kick it in the knees and steal your Twix. There are tickets at £39.50, but those bad boys are snapped up faster then you can say "guess I'm selling grannies teeth." With the main ticket price ranging from around £49 - £69, it's no spur of the moment occasion when in the area; it's more birthdays or that great day out you've been waiting for.
I will see this show, even if I have to strap Trey Parker to my back and use Matt Stone as a battering ram. I've grown up watching South Park as many of us young hip kids have, and life is just that little bit sweeter knowing that they've managed to not grow up at all.