There’s a director, Bec Morris, and two listed choreographers, James Barry and Lisa Toyer, who put in the bump ‘n’ grind moves and keep things burbling along on a cheerfully amateurish level. The show provokes the odd smile, the odd twitch of recognition to a brain that’s hard-wired to Star Wars as a cultural pivot point. But it doesn’t stir the heart, let along anything lower. To channel Yoda – who appears in the closing rendition of Rapper’s Delight – disappointed, I was.
The Empire Strips Back at Riverside Studios review: this Star Wars parody is hardly titillating stuff
