If you went to this David King production and enjoyed it, read no further. I would not want to spoil your memories. If you stayed away, you did yourself a favour.

This was a low-budget evening with all the signs of having been thrown together to make a fast buck.

What purported to be a medley of hits from Broadway musicals was actually a mishmash of dance-songs, many of which did not originate on the Golden Mile at all.

The ultra-glossy printed programme had little to do with the fare on offer.

There were double-page spreads on Oklahoma!, Jesus Christ Superstar, and Crazy For You. Were they included? You guessed it.

The running order - "subject to change at each performance" (translation: let's see what works) - was ignored. Clearly, the programme-book had gone to bed long before the show had been finalised.

An unchanging backdrop of skyscrapers - New York, presumably - had to do duty for London (My Fair Lady), Berlin (Cabaret) and Paris (Les Miserables). Most of the twirling patterns in the lighting (Peter Kramer) were lost in the detail of the buildings they were projected on to.

Costumes were changed frequently and the 11 chorus-girls brought some glamour to Brian Rogers' choreography.

The six gentlemen were scrappier. None could have been inspired by having to sing to an electronic tape.

This "international cast of singers" remained anonymous, just like the rest of the evening. Broadway was never like this.