I’m in a band ibuprofen zel dzialanie Most often, a transfer to the stage lessens a film. It’s even true of Dirty Dancing, a sweet, modest little movie that seemed diminished and coarsened in the West End production I saw a couple of years ago. (It’s back in London, filling a theatre newly vacant through the demise of the Spice Girls musical Viva Forever.) I shouldn’t prejudge, but the fact that Tim Rice has written lyrics for a stage musical version of From Here to Eternity (a film I greatly admire) does not fill me with confidence.