I am already warm thanks to one of the show's stars, Tama Jarman, giving us a generous welcome prior to kick off. Generous is a great way to describe Jarman, and his co-star Adam Brown, giving so much of themselves during the show's duration that if it were promoted as a fitness video I'm sure another lucrative revenue stream would open up.
J.K. Rowling was once turned away from a performance of Potted Potter for arriving late and copping the only usher in the world who didn't recognise her.
What she missed was a whirling dervish of a show which bullet points her books, making sure to leave in the bits of important canon – such as the fearsome dragon we are promised in book four; the Warthog Express; the Nimbus 2000 Dyson vacuum cleaner; the songs we forgot about from Les Miserables, Annie and Wicked; and the audience-involving Quidditch match – could somebody please tell me which hoop to aim for!
It is terrific fun, and while the smaller adults loved it, one hollering "Is that supposed to be a monster" as the shrouded set was uncovered, there is plenty of adult humour as well, with discussion of a broomstick fetish; accidental inclusion of novels by E.L. James; and John Banks related zingers.
The dynamic duo on stage joke about this being the death of theatre, alluding to making it up as they go along, whereas in reality a gig like this fails without slick performances and a very nuanced script.
With Centrepoint scoring a coup like Potted Potter theatre doesn't die like some guy called Voldemort. It lives and gets to kiss Ginny Weasley. Potted Potter continues during Covid-19 level 2 – just go, I promise the folk at Centrepoint will keep you safe.