For the foreseeable future, you can expect to see posses of cheerful young women wearing pink converging on the Strand. They’re looking for high school high jinks, and Mean Girls — based on the 2004 film of the same name — certainly delivers enough of them. As in the original, Tina Fey’s script lands plenty of smart jabs, even if the production values lack the movie’s veneer of teenage designer-label gloss.
This show, first seen on Broadway in 2018, was scheduled to transfer to London four years ago but became another victim of the pandemic. It now arrives in the wake of a big-screen musical adaptation, released in January, which was panned by my colleague Kevin Maher.
To be honest, I suspect that members
