Evita

The show opens dramatically with the death of Eva Peron, Argentina’s saint-like First Lady.

As a nation mourns its irreplaceable loss, Che –played by Marti Pellow – takes the stage as narrator and tells the tale of Eva’s notorious rise to fame.

Pellow’s transition from pop star to musical performer is seamless; I was starstruck by his rough, earthy vocals which contrasted greatly to his previous pop music stylings, and became engrossed in his commanding stage presence.

As Che ghosts in and out of scenes and songs, he is there as a constant reminder and interrogator of Eva’s contradictory political aims, and desire for glamour and high society.

No matter how mesmerizing Marti’s performance was, it bore no competition to the shows female protagonist Magdalena Alberto, playing Eva herself.

The actress played the role exceptionally well, and consequently carried the show effortlessly.

The tale of Eva’s journey from rags to riches is brought to life flawlessly in this production, thanks for the genius of Tim Rice and Andrew Lloyd Webber.

The highlight of the production would have to be when Eva Peron sings her signature song: Don’t Cry For Me Argentina.

Dressed completely head to toe in a glimmering white ball gown, with diamond earrings and necklace to match, Evita looked and sounded like an angel.

Although I have heard the song being performed many times, it felt as though I was hearing it for the first time.

Costume designer, Lindsey Prerost also deserves a mention, her beautifully adorned period gowns from the 1940s, left me stunned and wanting the pieces for myself.

The touring show is in Manchester until tomorrow night.

Karishma Patel