Book Of Mormon London Show Length

So, you’re thinking about seeing The Book of Mormon in London. Good choice. Your life is about to get a lot more fun—and a lot more offensive, in the best way possible.

But first, you’re probably wondering about the big question: how long is the show? Let’s be honest, nobody wants to be stuck in a theatre for three hours of “hello, my name is Elder… zzz.”

Relax. The London production clocks in at about 2 hours and 20 minutes. That includes a 15-minute intermission. You can totally handle that.

Wait, Is It Longer Than the Broadway Version?

Nope, not really. The length is pretty much the same wherever you see it—London, New York, or on your couch via a bootleg (don’t do that).

It’s short enough that your bladder won’t rebel. But it’s long enough to completely obliterate your ability to take anything seriously for the next week. You’ve been warned.

The first act flies by. It’s like a rocket powered by pure, uncut comedy. You’ll laugh so hard you’ll miss some of the jokes—trust me, you will.

The Intermission: Your Chance to Breathe

After about 60-65 minutes, there’s a 15-minute break. This is your window to hit the loo, buy an overpriced gin and tonic, and whisper to your friend, “Did they really just say that about Salt Lake City?” Yes, they did.

Then the second act hits. It’s a little shorter than the first. But it’s denser. More songs. More Mormon underwear jokes. More Hasa Diga Eebowai (Google it if you dare).

But Seriously, How Long Is It in Minutes?

Here’s the math, because I know you need it: Act One (about 60 minutes), Intermission (15 minutes), Act Two (about 55 minutes). Total: 2 hours and 10 to 20 minutes.

That’s shorter than a Marvel movie. And way more spiritually enlightening. I mean, spiritually in the loosest possible sense.

If you’re seeing the Evening Show (starts around 7:30 PM), you’ll be out by 9:45 PM or so. Plenty of time to grab a late dinner and argue about whether the song “Turn It Off” is a masterclass in denial or just really catchy. (It’s both.)

Does the London Cast Change the Timing?

Great question. The Prince Edward Theatre has a very sharp cast. They won’t randomly add an extra 20 minutes of tap dancing. But let’s be real—every performance has a slightly different pace.

If the audience is dying with laughter, the show naturally takes a bit longer. Pauses for laughter are real. You’ll be part of that wave, so don’t be surprised if you’re wiping tears from your eyes during the “Spooky Mormon Hell Dream” sequence. That one takes a little longer because everyone loses it.

What About the Matinee?

Matinees start around 2:30 PM. You’ll be out by about 4:45 PM. Perfect for a late lunch and a walk past Big Ben while humming “Hello!” under your breath. You will be humming it. Sorry not sorry.

Some people worry the matinee cast is “less energetic.” Nonsense. They’re just as committed to sending up organized religion with a smile. And they’ve probably had a coffee before the show. Maybe two.

The Verdict: Is It Worth Your 140 Minutes?

Yes. Absolutely yes. But here’s the catch: you don’t just “watch” this show. You experience a fever dream about a magical book, a dysentery joke, and a villain who literally thinks about having sex with a baby. Don’t bring your grandma unless she’s super cool.

The length is perfect. It’s tight. Unlike, say, Les Misérables, which feels like a doctoral thesis in sadness. This show cuts the fat. Every minute is a punchline or a killer tune. And the songs are earworms—you’ll be humming them on the Tube and getting weird looks. Worth it.

One Last Thing: Don’t Late-Arrive

If you show up late, you’ll be stuck watching the first 10 minutes on a tiny screen in the bar. The show starts sharp. The opening number is “Hello!” and it’s a banger. Don’t miss it because you were queuing for a ridiculously priced cocktail.

So, to sum up: 2 hours 20 minutes. One intermission. Zero regrets. Bring a friend who laughed at the same terrible things you do. And please, after the show, don’t start a real Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints argument with the actors at the stage door. They’re tired. Let them eat their Pret a Manger in peace.

You’re welcome. Now go book your tickets. And try not to choke on your popcorn during “Baptize Me.” Good luck. You’ll need it.