Photo by Jordan Pettitt/ Alamy There’s usually nothing special about central London’s Argyll Street. Tourists pootle safely in and out from Oxford Street Station, shopping bags sagging in overloaded hands.  I felt slightly sorry for those who were caught off guard last summer as the street was swamped by punters craning for a glimpse of Rachel Zegler singing from Don’t Cry for Me Argentina as Eva Peron from the balcony of the London Palladium, before the nightly performance of Evita . It was a sly bit of metatheatrical smoke and mirrors from director Jamie Lloyd. Some argued that it mirrored Peron’s bond with the Argentinian people: I admire the chutzpah of making the paying audience, some of whom coughed up hundreds, watch the rendition on a screen. A flurry of opinion pieces celebrating the resuscitation of the theatre swiftly followed.…