There's a line in Priscilla, Queen of the Desert - one of the less memorable, it must be said - where older transgender character Bernadette tells younger drag queen Adam/Felicia sometimes less is more.
It's definitely not a sentiment the creative team behind the musical spectacular adhere to: more sequins, more sparkles, more glitz and more breath-taking costumes (471 to be precise) then you'll see in one theatre at any time are found here.
Apparently, it takes 200 wet wipes a night to remove the make-up from the cosmopolitan cast of ferociously talented singers and dancers who strut their stuff throughout the two and a half hour (including interval) show where the disco hits come loud and often. The one-liners - some of them far too rude to print here - are the type you want to remember and serve up yourself from time-to-time.
So Priscilla is stunning to look at and listen to; a hugely fun and entertaining night out loudly appreciated by crowds around me who were quick to give a standing ovation to the hard-working cast.
But not everything that glitters is gold.