It’s always the little cameo moments that define a show, not the big staged scenes. So whether it’s the diminutive guard being skewered literally off his feet and into the wings (doesn’t he die four times poor chap?) or the moment of growing realisation that the ostler has a billion horses to juggle, they each allow the audience to sit back and chuckle at the attention to detail and the sheer FUN of it all.

I loved the Western style Good/Bad/Ugly opening; surely Clint himself would have been proud of the ridiculous pomposity of the strutting and preening. I could hear the spaghetti western music playing as you descended.  Shades too of Fawlty Towers, Monty Python and Capt Mainwaring as our intrepid trio (+ one) set off to deeds of derring do! “Don’t tell ‘em yer name, Pike!”The running gag-literally-was good. Oh yes we love panto, we do! And there were the hapless inn owners pursued by ogres-behind you! Not a hint of melodrama anywhere in gesture, voice or action…’come…we go…!’ They did, about five times, and it got better each time as the hapless hubby (Sam Tomkinson) hung on for grim death to his whirlwind of a wife (Vanessa Makoto)!

The body count. MARVELLOUS! Loved it! What a pile up! What carnage. What insane stupidity: the best for me was the final mum/daughter Girl Power Kill Bill scene. Eeny, meeny, miny, oops your dead! Triffic!

Madame Milady (Maria Mapouras): ooh she’s nasty and quite vampish too. The devil in disguise but flaunty, naughty-but-nice - GOOD!

And was it Cardinal Richelieu (Will Cairnes) or Dr Evil?  Was he wearing riser heels or was he actually ten feet tall? The sinister stalking was really effective along with the swishing soutane...

And the animals in the D’Artagnan farmyard: NICE touch this one, a great segue… and does the dog lift his leg on the audience? Yes, yes, the FAB FOUR (James Dickens, Angus Duthie Jackson/Jared Verna, James Barnes, Ed Stapley) were fab and sort of got away with being Matt Damon in tights and sort of stitched the show together BUT you stand or fall on the little moments and for me, The Three Musketeers stood loud and proud as a show to send audiences out with a tickle between the ribs because the small details magnified the whole.