A wee little wardrobe. A magical queen with jaundice. And a Lion god who ambles around every square inch of the stage with the attitude of the Rum Tum Tugger and the confidence of Dr. Frank-N-Furter. And that doesn’t even scratch the surface.

This show is a capital P Parody, and no element of this C.S. Lewis’ classic is safe from a good ol' lampooning. You don’t necessarily need an intimate knowledge of “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” to enjoy this production, but some familiarity with the original characters will help one understand how wonderfully twisted this show is. Psychopomp Comedy walks the knife’s edge when it comes to their sense of humour. They flirt with vulgarity and touch on some truly taboo subjects (like bestiality and pederasty), but they never descend into complete perversion or “Scary Movie” territory. There’s something for every comedy fan: we’ve got puns, irreverent one liners and so many unfortunate design choices that only add to the gleeful rompery.

Most jokes landed well for me, with one small exception. From an inclusion perspective (and in 2025): I could have done without the three blind mice section. The humour here relied on the trio struggling to cross the stage, desperately grasping onto each other, and they were always facing the wrong direction when addressing others. I struggled to find an angle on this joke here that wasn’t laughing at disability. 


It can sometimes be anxiety-inducing for neurodivergent audience members to walk into a show with a participation element, but the audience is fairly warned that the front row is the place to be if you want to risk having stage time yourself. For patrons with a tight schedule and limited travel time between shows, be aware that my performance ran 5-10 minutes long. Plan accordingly and enjoy the mayhem!