Theatre review: Capitalist extremism skewered by an all-singing, all-dancing American Psycho
At the start of Rupert Goold's diabolically slick production, Matt Smith rises out of the floor on a vertical sun bed clad in only tight white undies and an eye-patch. It's a startling spectacle: Dr Who regenerated as a ripped uber-narcissist. "Flash your smile/Bare your teeth/They'll never guess/ What's underneath", the yuppie chorus advise him.Â