May Day in Loxford.
By Marc Porter Zasada
Executive Editor, L.A. Opening Nights
A version of this review previously appeared in L.A. Downtown News
There are plenty of opportunities for Monty Python-level humor in the opera Albert Herring, Benjamin Britten’s 1947 send-up of provincial British culture.
Picture this as a Python skit: A delegation of dull village officials arrives at the house of prudish Lady Billows to help select the purest town virgin to play the “May Queen” at the annual village fair. Finding no girl sufficiently modest, clean, and upright—they finally choose a virginal momma’s boy, grocer’s son Albert Herring, to be “May King.”
Albert hardly wants the honor of being dressed in a symbolic white suit and garlanded with flowers, but momma insists. He’s tricked into getting drunk at the fair, then finally rebels against the town’s expectations.
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