Gravitas isn't the point of "Rock of Ages," a musical that lampoons an era of coiffeur-obsessed groups, but even so it strives to rekindle its animal spirits, guilty-pleasure style.
Diane Paulus's production is now spreading its counterculture message of love, lust and LSD in London's West End theater district. And fun it is, too.
The humor emanates from some rather broad characterizations, unified by the wigs worn and the therapeutic values to be found in a beauty parlor chair.
Diane Paulus' direction is snappy and seamless, complimented perfectly by Karole Armitage's lively choreography.
"Rock of Ages" is a seriously silly, absurdly enjoyable arena-rock musical.
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