La fille du régiment - Royal Opera House, 25 April 2012
Once you discover why the chicken crossed the road, the joke swiftly grows stale. Several viewings down the line, I feel the same way about Laurent Pelly’s production. The dancing underpants, the drag charladies, even the armoured tank are all funny, but they rely on novelty for their impact. And if the visual humour doesn’t hit the mark, Pelly’s splashy shallows leave little else to savour. Only the lucky first-timers (a fair proportion of Wednesday’s audience judging by the guffaws) can have had their ribs comprehensively tickled.