For an industry so dependent on glitz and glamour, the West End has never quite mastered the celebrity debut. While big names might be a surefire way of shifting tickets, they have an unfortunate knack for ending up in mediocre plays – even when they’re as famous as Madonna.
The problem is partly structural. A-listers aren’t exactly cheap, and their schedules are notoriously tight. Faced with those constraints, theatreland has developed an unfortunate habit of putting box office names – John Malkovich, Damian Lewis, even Lindsay Lohan – into derivative three-handers by David Mamet. They might be easy to make, but they rarely deliver.
But are the days of celebrity mediocrity finally over? Last week came news of a seriously big theatre debut: Cheryl Tweedy (or as she prefers to be known these days, just ‘Cheryl’). In just a few weeks’ time, the former Girls Aloud star will play the leading role in one of the West End’s most recent hits: the crowd-pleasing creepfest 2:22 A Ghost Story.
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