wedding dance, witches, goblins, and a madman on the heath, all tarred and feathered. There's; an hilarious front stage/back stage sequence, and then a horrific scene when a naked madman appears with what looks like a cow bell attached to his testicles The movement is tightly choreographed and intensely physical — the performers strain and convulse, revealing the moral convulsions within. This is unsettling to watch, but nevertheless compelling. Admittedly, someone's overdone the dry ice, there's one too many wind machines, and the arches in the final sequence are the spit of those airport walk-through metal detectors. However, none of this should deter you from this fascinating show. It has a directness lacking in much of the West End.