The Mikado is an operetta by Gilbert and Sullivan that I saw tonight at the Colesium. It tells the tale of a society in which flirting is outlawed and execution is the consequence for its ridiculously frivolous inhabitants. This version relocates the story from Japan to 1920s Britain. Kind of a difficult transition. The singers say “I am Japanese” and pull at their eyelids. Pretty offensive, but at the same time poking fun at the ignorant brits.

Not going to lie, I didn’t like it. The orchestra was too loud, so I couldn’t hear the singers, the set was entirely black and white (boring), I didn’t think it was funny, the seats were painfully uncomfortable with zero leg room (my knees were touching the seat in front of me), and the Italian kids in front of me were talking, leaning forward (blocking my view), and pointing at various things around the theater.

Overall, not a great experience. But as you can tell, I don’t really like opera or operettas. Or Gilbert and Sullivan. Or british humor.

Originally published 3/4/08