Date: 7th March 2025 Seat: Stalls Slips 12 Stars: 5 There’s a moment, halfway through Jamie Lloyd’s Much Ado About Nothing , where Tom Hiddleston - suave, composed, effortlessly cool - finds himself completely buried under an avalanche of pink confetti. He writhes, he flails, he attempts (and fails) to maintain dignity, and the audience, already on the edge of riotous laughter, absolutely loses it. That’s the show in a nutshell. After a few years of restrained minimalism, Lloyd is back in full technicolour chaos mode, and thank God for that. This isn’t Shakespeare treated like a precious artifact. It’s Shakespeare like a house party - messy, sweaty, loud, and, crucially, fun. From the second you step into the Theatre Royal Drury Lane, the atmosphere is different. The pre-show playlist isn’t the usual classical filler - it’s a blast of 90s club bangers, the kind you forgot you knew every lyric to. The audience is already buzzing before the play even starts. Then - boom - ...