Cabaret review: Johnny Woo: Wonder Woo-Man

To REFERENCE the old Wonder Woman theme tune, it is just possible that Johnny Woo could stop a war with love. So likeable is his big tranny presence – even without those killer diamante heels – that he can helm an hour which is basically all about him, him and him, without appearing indulgent.

RATING: * * *

If camp sparkle is your thing, it would be worth turning up to see his quite remarkable sequined cutaway playsuit alone, but there is further spangly enjoyment to be had along his self-revelatory song-and-dance journey from the hell of a 1980s adolescence in the Medway towns to New York’s liberating drag scene.

Woo wears his bitchy literary skills lightly and his array of acid-bright outfits proudly. 
With the simple accessorising of an auburn bobbed wig, he exploits his uncanny resemblance to Mary Portas and delivers a club paean to the Queen of Shops.

From here, it is only a few small tottering steps to the full Wonder Woman transformation and the fulfilment of his 
six-year-old self’s ultimate careers dream.

Until 26 August. Today 10:30pm.