Seabourn Sojourn’s theatre made the most of its vertically challenged space (it wasn’t much taller than the one deck allowed), with plush velvet seating in an arc around the stage.
The was the place for the ship’s main shows but a bit more imagination could have been accorded when developing the entertainment. The four singers, two dancers and the live orchestra were all pretty solid, but the shows were so predictable—a tribute to Billy Joel, Elton John and Barry Manilow, and the other a tribute to Broadway show tunes. Yawn.
On other nights there was a magician and a decent comedian who performed here.
The Grand Salon was also used for a movie on one night of our cruise. Presentation standards were very poor—we’ve had better showmanship at our local third-run house with the sticky floors and leaky roof. No wonder not one guest stayed in their seat—the theatre was literally empty for most of the film’s duration.
Also disappointing was the un-engaging guest lecturer who pontificated about our ports of call. We learned little.