A musical about a corpse should not work. Dress a dead body in a uniform, plant fake invasion plans on it, float it ashore where the Nazis will find it — and somehow that becomes one of the funniest, most moving shows anybody has made in years.
It ran and ran in the West End on word of mouth, won the Olivier for Best New Musical, and built a devoted international following before it ever crossed the Atlantic. Now it makes its US debut at the Pantages. SpitLip wrote it and first performed it themselves, structured as a troupe putting on a show inside the show — closest in sensibility to Monty Python attempting a genuine spy thriller, and far more affecting than that description can carry.
The Pantages is one of the grand rooms on this coast, and the B Line puts you at the door.
Take the friend who says they do not like musicals. Watch that position collapse.