Great or mediocre, depending on what you’re after. I’m probably in the minority as I was looking for strong acting and a well-hammered round-up of the divine Ms. H, rather than this faithfully rendered back-catalogue. Judging by the crowd it seemed most were there to reminisce, and Nina Kristofferson belted one out after the other with an impressive, breathy desperation. But the quieter moments didn’t ring true, and every time the mask slipped it just seemed that bit too performed. I was spoiled by a heart-wrenching Liza Minnelli last year in Dublin, and Billie just wasn’t fragile enough to work.
Tickets: £14 (£13)