Derren Brown: Svengali at The Theatre Royal Nottingham
We might be a tiny bit in love with him
Itchy spent most of the day wondering what he had in store for the people of the ‘Shire, and half envisaged floating audience members coupled with more numeric equations than Carol Vorderman could cope with.
We knew that the show relied heavily on audience participation, so we attempted to steady our nerves with a few deep breathes and calm out heart rates, as we prepared to see that bloke who does a lot of hocus pocus on Channel 4, aka Mr Brown. Itchy drank in the excitement and intensity as we entered the haunting theatre, half expecting Derren to be sat next to us without us ever knowing, as part of his engaging, enthralling and entertaining evening of illusions.
We very rarely stay tight lipped, but Itchy cannot give anything away about the Svengali show or we will have to sleep with one eye open in fear of Derren’s retaliation, and we don’t fancy levitating in the office anytime soon.
Itchy spent most of the evening like we do when witnessing the boss’s David Brent style dance moves; open mouthed and looking around wondering if this is really happening. Forget pulling a rabbit out of a hat, or that annoyingly rubbish never ending flag scarf (which is blatantly tucked up the sleeve); Derren Brown’s Svengali extravaganza has left Itchy spellbound and a little bit in love with the bounds of intelligence he hides in that perfectly shaped noggin of his.
For those lucky peeps who have tickets for the remaining shows of his week long stint, Itchy says roll up, roll up and prepare to be amazed by a show that we struggle to put down in words; there’s no Derr-nying you’re in for one heck of a night out.