Playboy kings and gospel choirs: could my relationship survive Jesus Christ Superstar?

Ted Neeley is a smouldering Jesus in this Andrew Lloyd Webber adaptation. Photograph: Supplied

I was an Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice groupie as a child, lispingly preaching their gospel to the naysayers at primary school. My zealousness has not waned with age. I publicly jiggled in my seat at Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat just last month.

So it would be a deal-breaker if my boyfriend Frank couldn’t get down with my favourite of the duo’s musicals, Jesus Christ Superstar – specifically the 1973 movie, which depicts a gaggle of hot hippies as the disciples drinking Christ’s Kool-Aid, against a backdrop of Israeli olive groves, mountains and fighter jets.