Theatre review: Beauty and the Beast, Byre Theatre, St Andrews

The Last Petal has fallen, the Beast is dying, and Kirsty Findlay’s admirably outspoken Belle - having finally realised she loves the Beast - is weeping over what seems to be his lifeless body. “I got here too late,” she cries; but you know there’s something slightly wrong, in your panto world, when you feel an overwhelming urge to leap from your seat and remind her that she might have arrived on time, if she hadn’t spent five minutes singing a glitzy farewell version of Ain’t No Mountain High Enough with her mother, Dame Bunty, before she set off.