"What our production lacks in stagecraft, we hope to make up for in enthusiasm."
Guy Fawkes Day, 1892. A brothel in London. A private staging of Oscar Wilde's banned play Salome for its author and sole spectator. An outrageous spectacle the likes of which only Ken Russell would think to conjure up. And because Russell never met a lily he couldn't gild, he can't resist putting the phrase "grossly indecent" in Wilde's mouth at the start of the performance.