Why musicals are Britain’s elite artform | Harriet Marsden
I can recall the splash of water on my face more than two decades later: a man is tap-dancing in a puddle on a London stage, and the theatre has created a waterfall of rain to spray the audience like a log-flume ride. Another day, I remember puppeteers waving rags on sticks, and like a sparkler mirage, created an elephant.
