Heathers: The Musical
“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, do I look like Mother Teresa?” If you know... you know. And if you don’t, well then a trip to the Haymarket is a must as a stage adaption of the cult 1988 movie is finally upon us. Heathers – for, like, the three of you that haven’t seen it – follows Veronica (played by the iconic Winona Ryder in the film) as she tries to get in with the ‘cool’ kids at Westerburg High School. But thanks to a mysterious new boy on the scene, she ends up drastically updating the Heathers hierarchy.
Carrie Hope Fletcher steps into Veronica’s shoes with more punch and swing than her croquet batton. Belting from the opening number to the last scene, there’s a joyful sense of ease that comes from its leading lady as she goes from cute to nasty quicker than her costume changes – much to the amusement of her adoring (and screaming again, and again) fans in the audience. However, it’s Jodie Steele as the leader of the Heathers that lands an almighty punch as the breakout star. From her hysterical musical nuances to a level of facial expressions that we’re sure are a new level of extra even we haven’t experienced before, there’s characterisation in spades as she goes from top of the Heathers hierarchy to one dead-ass forgotten queen – with added humour. And while we still don’t know what’s in her Candy Story, we’re buying a handful of treats regardless.
But does Heathers live up to the hype? Well kinda. It’s bursting with cheese, almost-naked boys and the occasional awkward moment, but actually that’s what we all loved about the original. Now with an extra sparkle, this new way at looking at a classic can only be a good thing, right? Don’t agree, don’t come for us. We don’t patronize bunny rabbits.
Westerburg High School is waiting...