Robert gore-lang­ton show of the week

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Per­ished with Ken Dodd is his most an­cient joke: ‘How do you get a fat girl into bed? Piece of cake...’ That now ver­boten gag is in the spirit of Heathers, a high-school mu­si­cal that deals in fat-sham­ing, bul­ly­ing, teen sui­cide, sex­ual as­sault, bu­limia, bomb­ings and school shoot­ings.

This show is based on the cult 1988 film, a sick, bril­liantly of­fk­il­ter teen com­edy that got away with it in the days be­fore the Columbine mas­sacre.

This singing ver­sion, di­rected by Andy Fick­man, is a slightly more whole­some af­fair – with

Theatre Royal Hay­mar­ket, Lon­don Un­til Nov 24, 2hrs 30mins

mu­sic and lyrics by Kevin Murphy and Laurence O’Keefe.

Weirdly, the au­di­ence for this is made up of twen­tysome­things who’ve prob­a­bly never heard of the film. They whoop and big-up their adored star, Car­rie Hope Fletcher, a former Epo­nine in Les Misérables and a YouTube celeb.

Fletcher plays, win­ningly, Veron­ica (the Wi­nona Ry­der part in the film), who at­tempts to be some­body by try­ing to join the three harpies (all called Heather) who rule the school with sneer­ing cru­elty and big Eight­ies hair.

She finds that if you can’t join them, then why not kill them?

Her part­ner in re­venge is JD, the too-cool-for-school drifter, played by the young Chris­tian Slater on screen and here by the lean, charis­matic Jamie Mus­cato. ‘I didn’t catch your name,’ says Veron­ica in the can­teen. ‘I didn’t throw it,’ he replies, with a Jack Nicholson drawl.

Jodie Steele vamps it up as the al­pha Heather, though in this ver­sion she re­turns from the dead.

The best song is a hymn to the two bul­ly­ing, mo­ronic foot­ball jocks. Their joint fu­neral is the oc­ca­sion for their fathers to duet in My Dead Gay Son, a num­ber wor­thy of The Book Of Mormon.

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