Fresh woke madness as Full Monty musical slapped with trigger warning
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THE Full Monty musical featuring male strippers has been hit with woke warnings — about nudity.
Based on the hit 1997 comedy film, it is advertised as a show 'that bares all'.
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The Full Monty musical featuring male strippers has been hit with woke warnings — about nudity
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But its website warns audiences: 'This production contains adult themes, depiction of suicide and partial nudity.'
It will be performed for a week in September at the Kings Theatre in Portsmouth.
And Toby Young, of the Free Speech Union, blasted: 'It's hard to imagine anyone who's bought a ticket to The Full Monty being triggered by partial nudity.
"What could they possibly think the title refers to other than male nudity?'
Theatre-goer Joe Gratton, 34, said: 'These trigger warnings are patronising to audience members.'
The award-winning film depicted six unemployed steelworkers in Sheffield who turn to stripping to make some cash.
Starring Robert Carlyle, Mark Addy and Tom Wilkinson, they end up doing a 'full monty' to Tom Jones's 'You Can Leave Your Hat On'.
It was one of the highest-grossing films of the 1990s, raking in £52million at the Box Office, and won four Oscar nominations.
The alert comes after British comedy classic Monty Python and the Holy Grail was slapped with warnings alerting fans to 'bad language' ahead of the film's 50th anniversary re-release.
Fans of Doctor Who and even the Three Little Pigs nursery rhyme have also been cautioned about 'discriminatory content'.
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The Kings Theatre has been approached for comment.
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