The musical, inspired by the animated film, based on the ancient myth.
It's what classical civilisation would have wanted.
Ancient Greece. A time of gods, mortals… and Hercules, who isn't quite either. But if he's not a god, how can he possibly save the world from Hades? It's one thing flexing those pecs, but going from zero to hero requires a different kind of strength.
Get ready for a wise-cracking, column-shaking, underworld-rocking ride of adventure, self-discovery and love. In tunics.
Directed and choreographed by Casey Nicholaw, with music by Alan Menken, lyrics by David Zippel, a brand-new book by Robert Horn and Kwame Kwei-Armah, and co-choreography by Tanisha Scott, Hercules delivers a thrilling night out at London’s Theatre Royal Drury Lane that leaves you ready to conquer anything.
It is very hard to care much about our bland and characterless hero, who has teeth of such dazzling whiteness that even the gods must be blinded. Anyway, he discovers the fact of his divine parentage and vows to return “home” to Olympus (another huge irritation is that almost all the characters have American accents, leading to excess, bizarre and culturally unfamiliar pronunciation. Zeus’s wife here, phonetically, is Hair-a).
This lustre-dusted show-stopper of a musical is everything you could want. Spangled, joyous and gloriously camp, it meets the challenge of adapting a show that's both Greek myth and classic '90s cartoon with plenty of gusto.
| 2025 | West End |
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