When I am prime minister I will make James Graham minister for the arts. Mostly because he has spoken up so eloquently for the theatre in recent years. But also because he knows how to make the least likely stories unfurl their wings.
Well, usually. He has faltered though not fallen, alongside Elton John, with Tammy Faye. This musical exploration of the rise and fall of the televangelist who, allotted a satellite network by Ted Turner, aimed to “put the Faye into faith” and the “fun into fundamentalism”, is given plenty of pizzazz by director Rupert Goold, but it doesn’t skewer.
