Book of Mormon

This afternoon we went to the matinee performance of the Book of Mormon - our Christmas present from Darren's mum.
First stop was a quick pose with Paddington Bear and then on to the theatre. We took our seats and settled down for show.
The singing and dancing was excellent, but I am still wondering what to make of the content.
The plot was about two young Mormons who went on a course to become missionaries.  One was a compulsive liar and the other was desperate to move to Florida. Unfortunately, they were sent to Uganda to try and convert the locals to Mormonism.
From there the action moved to Africa and I don't think it really suited my sense of humour.
There was lots of swearing, crudity and blasphemy, plus an unexpected technical problem that stopped the show for about 20 minutes in the middle of the second half. It could just be a coincidence, or maybe someone upstairs was offended!
I looked at the reviews on TripAdvisor for a bit of guidance and one of the latest said 'laughed out loud but glad I didn't take my mother!' Whoops, but I think Margaret quite enjoyed it.