OK, the final pick of 2017 was The Lorax at the Old Vic. This was simply delightful. My editor asked me to cover this on a particularly cold night just as Autumn was slipping out of grasp and Winter's icy fingers grazed the back of our neck sending a shiver down each and every vertebrae. My date (my best friend) had to cancel on me, so I ended up sitting in an auditorium full of kids by myself – never a good look. What followed, however, was an imaginative dissection of capitalism and a rallying cry for compassion and ethics in a post-industrialist world – I didn't ask the 6-year-old next to me whether she felt the same way.
If this production comes to a theatre near you, I implore you to see it.
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