Best New Musical award winner coming to Southampton stage in 2027
Mean Girls, the smash-hit musical comedy based on the iconic Paramount Pictures film of the same name, will play Mayflower Theatre for a week following its coveted prize at the What'sOnStage Awards.
Tickets will go on sale on Friday (July 11) from mayflower.org.uk or by calling 023 8071 1811.
(Image: Brinkhoff-Moegenburg)READ MORE: Celebrated trio cast in Mary Poppins as it returns to Southampton this summer
Meet The Plastics – Regina, Gretchen and Karen. They rule North Shore High and will burn anyone who gets in their way. Home-schooled Cady Heron may think she knows a thing or two about survival of the fittest thanks to her zoologist parents, but high school is a whole new level of savage. When Cady devises a plan to end Regina's reign, she learns the hard way that you can't cross a queen bee without getting stung.
Expect iconic characters, razor-sharp wit, and a score packed full of killer songs.
Mean Girls had its first West End performance at the Savoy Theatre in June 2024 where it played for a year and was seen by more than 330,000 people. Mayflower Theatre is included in its first UK tour.
The show had its world premiere in 2017 at the National Theatre in Washington, D.C and opened on Broadway in April 2018 to ecstatic crowds. The show then went on a hugely successful US tour in 2019 and recently completed a second US tour.
(Image: Brinkhoff-Moegenburg) The 2004 American teen comedy film starred Lindsay Lohan and Rachel McAdams.
Twenty years later, with the popularity of the stage version at its height, Paramount Pictures released a new twist on the fan-favourite film from the comedic mind of Tina Fey with a fresh and fun re-telling of the story.
The UK tour is set to begin in Manchester in February 2026 and will also take in Bournemouth's Pavilion Theatre from June 1 to 6 next year.
Mean Girls will run in Southampton from Monday January 11 to Saturday January 16 2027.
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