The irony was not lost on the couple who had flown over from Florida just to see this show: their president, Trump, playing chess with world politics while, on the stage, an American called Trumper loses the world championship. Let man’s petty nations tear themselves apart….
They, my US neighbours, were of a generation that remembers the Cold War, the asylum-seeking, the political posturing. Unlike many in this enthusiastic audience who, of course, remember neither the French Revolution nor the Vietnam war, but love a good musical.
And Chess is a great musical, a masterpiece, a work of genius, and it deserves to be up there with the immortals of the musical theatre canon. It’s a mystery and a travesty that this epic production with the English National Opera is the first in London since the show opened back in 1986.
Musically – and lyrically – Chess is…
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