Enron at the Noel Coward Theatre, previously at the Royal Court. This is fine spectacle. Young Lucy Prebble's script is solid--she's writing what she knows having grown up in a family of banker types--but the entire production sparkles with great visuals, choreography, and even a barber shop quartet. Enron's drastic unravelling a precautionary tale? Hardly since the same thing keeps on happening. Makes the play terribly relevant.