V&A exhibitions are generally always worth a punt. I mean I can’t remember ever coming out of anything they’ve put on and going “well that was shit”.
A sprawling, biscuity metropolis with a transport system that pisses all over TFL.
Every part of the show is designed to make you feel as though you’ve been whisked away on an impromptu trip to the Land of the Rising Sun.
Did the Trojan Horse or even the war that it ended ever actually exist, or is it all a load of Aeneas?
Few things scream Christmas like iceskating under a giant pine tree followed by a mug of creamy Bailey’s hot chocolate.
State-of-the-art digital projections take centre-stage, transporting you into the mind of Leonardo not-DiCaprio.