Michael Simkins goes to Buxton, "middle England's own version of Wagner's Bayreuth: a veritable orgy of [Gilbert and Sullivan] light operetta guaranteed to drive away all but the most ardent fanatic:"
In Buxton, you tinker with tradition at your peril. In fact, the evening is not so much a performance, more a semi-masonic ritual, one in which performers and audience collude in unspoken worship. "It's lovely to see the operas not being mucked about with," says one middle-aged lady during the interval, her eyes moist with tears of relief and delight.
(Thanks to Leta and Jonathan on Savoynet, who remarks drily, "Interesting to see an outsider's perspective.")
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