Nothing like it before, and I don't imagine there ever will be anything like it again. Not without Vivian Stanshall in the world. (Bugger, what a thought.) When something is really unique, well, there you go. It's not a play, not quite an opera, though there's a bit of both throughout. It certainly is touched with a fond memory of music hall. It is a musical comedy, that's for sure. But not your standard everyday British A. L. Weber crap...no melody, no lyrics to speak of, no surprises (except spectacle). It's not the (to me) boringly cerebral Sondheim (sp?). It's not Broadway. Although there are a few show-stoppers in it. What it is, is bright and strange and clever and moving and memorable. It's something only Stanshall could have made...with the addition of his equally clever and unusual wife. Come back, Vivian. And forgive us.