Review: House of Cleopatra

Casting a new, glittering light on a much-beloved ruler, House of Cleopatra is a musical-drag spectacle that pulls at the heartstrings. Amid celebrations for Egypt’s triumph over Rome, Cleopatra’s political security and close relationships are under threat. Bold performances coupled with unmistakable glamour, House of Cleopatra seizes the stage without taking itself too seriously. 

Black sequins, gold and turquoise drapes, diamante in excess – the wardrobe is a tacky wonder. Such lavishness is met with suitably striking lighting, a blue wash streaked with white, rising and falling with orange. Meanwhile, a sparkling fever is maintained by the dancers, dripping with a delightfully dramatic comedy. Upon a too-tight stage, each bend, kick, and thrust calls out for more space, talent unfortunately somewhat confined. While vocals may come in waves, each pop-synth hit – an original score by Laura Kleinbaum and Jeff Daye – is an undeniable crowd pleaser. 

Although perhaps unnecessary, as a standing performance House of Cleopatra pulls us in, as if we’re the ruler’s subjects ourselves. Audience participation is promised, but – arguably preferably – it makes good on this only with encouraged dancing and clapping, alongside a cheeky nod or conspiratorial tap on the shoulder. House of Cleopatra is an exercise in extravagance and one to be thoroughly enjoyed.