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Opera review: Iolanthe at the London Coliseum, WC2

Director Cal McCrystal never knows when to stop, diverting too much attention from the music and lyrics. It gets tiresome and not very funny
Ben McAteer and Joanne Appleby with members of the chorus
Ben McAteer and Joanne Appleby with members of the chorus
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★★☆☆☆
Considering the chances for contemporary gags in a Victorian comic opera featuring fairies, parliament and the judiciary, the director Cal McCrystal shows remarkable restraint in his production of Gilbert and Sullivan’s Iolanthe for English National Opera. A Boris Johnson lookalike cycles by, but “fairy” jokes are remarkably few, and the word Brexit doesn’t exist. Congratulations.

However, in other respects McCrystal — the man who put much of the comic kick into One Man, Two Guvnors and the Paddington films — never knows when to stop. Prancings, arch gesturing, pratfalls galore; multiple aerial flights; a pantomime cow; a puppet dog; dancing scenery shifters; a naughty baring of the Lord Chancellor’s bottom: the circus goes on and on, diverting too much attention from Sullivan’s lovely music