In a brilliant piece of front of house marketing, I was handed a pristine packet of Kleenex tissues with my programme. The gauntlet had been thrown down: “We defy you to get through this performance without weeping.”
This was the third time I had been to the Oxford New Theatre in not many more weeks than three; they have yet to disappoint me. The fare is surefire. And yet, Ghost, the Musical? Based on a film with one memorable song, Unchained Melody?