April 2 - **Closed early due to illness**
Review by peanutduck
Money talks, or, in Glorious, sings. Badly; like puppies mid-orgasm. Initially entertaining – Barbara Irvin is irrepressibly wholehearted and oblivious – then interminable; joke fatigues, one-dimensional characters overact, pull faces. But, if you make it through, something wins over in story of a person’s resilience against critics, who heard applause above laughter.