I Can't Sing – reviews of Harry Hill's musical X Factor spoof

'Wildly eccentric' X Factor spoof delights some critics, but doesn't go far enough for others

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What you need to know Musical comedy I Can't Sing has opened at the Palladium, London. Sean Foley directs the show written by comedian Harry Hill (TV Burp) with music by Steve Brown (Spitting Image, Alan Partridge).

I Can't Sing takes a wry, behind-the-scenes look at the world of television talent shows like The X Factor, satirising the backstage dramas, intrigues and romances. It stars EastEnders' Nigel Harman as the Simon Cowell-esque judge, with Cynthia Erivo and Alan Morrissey as a pair of love- and star-struck young talent-show hopefuls. Runs until 25 October.

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For fans of Harry Hill's madcap, juvenile satirical silliness, "it's a joy", says Ben Dowell in the Radio Times. This lavish show, bedecked with high production values and even higher hopes to be a smash hit is a four-and-a-half stars out of five effort.

The result is "an unashamedly populist show that's laced with satirical glee" and some thrilling performances, says Henry Hitchings in the Evening Standard. It's a cheekily surreal and anarchic piece of entertainment, keenly aware of its own tackiness and triviality.

What they don't like While this deliberately daft and good-natured production ought to sizzle, "it is undermined by a flimsy plotline and parody that doesn't dig deep enough to reveal anything new", says Sarah Hemming in the Financial Times. The fairly predictable, often affectionate satire might work well as a short show, but at two and three quarter hours, it becomes a long joke.