Thatcher the MusicalWhether you love or loathe Thatcher it has to be admitted that the Foursight all women's theatre working in conjunction with Warwick Arts Centre has put on a tremedous premier. Not since Argentina cried for Evita Peron has a political leading lady trodden the boards like this. One has to admire the effort: representing Maggie's whole life and career in a two hour long production relying on a rather Spartan set consisting of the door to number 10 Downing street, a organ which, when turned around turns into a Falklands wartank and a giant handbag, which when opened up reveals the Iron Lady's living room in no.10.
But, omg, the hair. Those helmet like wax hairdos perfectly matched with the 'lady's not for turning' voices were something to be gawped at. Indeed several times, for there were several Thatchers. There was the omnipresent elderly Thatcher in her black coat and a slightly bent back, the young 'grocer's daughter penetrates the gentlemen's club of politics' Thatcher, the well-established Thatcher in her blue coat and the sad old maudlin Thatcher slightly doolally lamenting the death of Ronald Reagen and her husband Dennis.
In all there were 9 Thatchers and with them plenty of quotation – "helping society with Marxism is like curing leukaemia with leeches," and catchy tunes 'she was just a grocer's daughter' to the rather petrifying final "I am the iron in your bloodstream, I'm in your DNA."
From Denis Thatcher – a big grin and glasses – to stetson-wearing Ronnie Reagan and a quivering, ape-like Edward Heath, the men passing though Thatcher's life come across excellently, even though they are all played by women.