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I should like to given this week’s new plays precedence over yet another
Chekhov revival, but they did not earn it. At the Royal Court, in “T Zee”,
a follow up to the “Rocky Horror Show”, Richard O’Brien and Richard Hartley
have contrived a curiously decorous, quite jolly mish-mash of yet more camp
rubbish left over from the late sixties. Comical to hear a Royal Court audience,
long-haired, bejeaned, bangled and presumably as liberated as all get out,
tittering with self-conscious glee at the ever-so-naughty word “shitty”.
“T Zee” is a very moral tale, with Tarzan as an oafish natural man let loose
among the deformed depravities of an amusement-arcade Los Angeles. Warren
Clarke makes him an engaging figure, as does Diane Langton the fetchingly
obese Princess La; between them, as they bellowed into their microphones,
they irresistibly recalled Siegfried and Brunhilde, who for me will never
be quite the same again.

ROBC 2001
Last Updated on 08/14/2001 7:42 PM