I am in constant communication with the Mikado of Japan, who is a leading authority on such points
I am so tired that I feel like an idiot. It is difficult to think and difficult to write anything without feeling that I'm doing it wrong. I tried to describe my favorite romance plot from Gilbert and Sullivan's Utopia, Limited (1893) to
skygiants earlier this evening and I'm worried it came out like affectionate word salad.
I have
fleurdelis28 to thank for introducing me to the operetta; she mentioned it favorably sometime in 2007 and I read the libretto out of the gigantic volume of G&S with illustrations that I inherited from my grandparents and fell in love with the secondary couple on the spot, even though I think I've heard the music exactly once on a road trip. The whole thing is a satire of Englishness set on a fictitious South Seas island recently opened to commerce with Britain, which is one of the reasons I suspect it is rarely performed. I don't remember being knocked over by the music, either, which may be another. And while I suspect the deus ex absurdo of the Joint Stock Company Act of 1862 will still resonate in an era where corporations are considered people, it's a particularly abstruse get-out-of-jail-free card even for G&S. I have nonetheless hoped for a number of years for a local production to turn up, because I love this one thread and it justifies the existence of the rest of the operetta for me.
At the start of the story, King Paramount of Utopia has imported an English governess, the redoubtable Lady Sophy, to educate his two younger daughters as is now the fashion among all the royalty of the South Seas. (The eldest is off at university in England; her return will precipitate the second act.) She's the middle-aged contralto and he is desperately in love with her, but his unscrupulous advisors have taken advantage of a loophole in the Utopian constitution—the government being of the form known as "Despotism tempered by Dynamite," it's always been an option that a King who governs badly can be blown up by order of his Wise Men—to force him under threat of explosion to write scurrilous articles about himself under various pen names, with the result that even his own Public Exploder believes he's an embarrassing libertine. He takes a kind of sad professional pride in his skills as a satirist and is otherwise very depressed. Lady Sophy, meanwhile, having progressed through the courts of Europe with a wreckage of royal hearts in her wake—she vowed to marry only a monarch of blameless character and hasn't found one yet, though not for lack of trying—actually returns Paramount's affections, but his reputation makes it impossible for her to tell him. In person she finds him sweet, smart, and honorable; then she picks up the latest paper and reads such things as would make Elegabalus blush and despairs all over again. Her attempts to determine the truth of the rumors are prevented by Paramount's resigned insistence that he cannot put the authors to death even if they are lying. It's weirdly poignant for a completely ridiculous situation. Fortunately, common sense and legal obfuscation come to their aid: the Princess Zara returns from England, discovers her father's situation, and determines that the solution is to turn Utopia into the joint stock company of the title, legally rendering the King a corporation rather than an individual and therefore no longer subject to dynamiting ("You may wind up a Limited Company, / You cannot conveniently blow it up!"), whereupon Paramount and Lady Sophy come clean to one another, perform an adorable duet, and kiss so enthusiastically that it embarrasses his children. There's more plot, but I pretty much don't care about it. I am in it entirely for the eccentric middle-aged couple who are just so happy to be able to make out at last. My post-canon fantasy is that ex-King Paramount becomes a political humorist on his own time and is very successful at it.
(This is not a movie, of course, and I need to be writing about those. I need to start sleeping more first. It's four in the morning; much chance of that.)
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At the start of the story, King Paramount of Utopia has imported an English governess, the redoubtable Lady Sophy, to educate his two younger daughters as is now the fashion among all the royalty of the South Seas. (The eldest is off at university in England; her return will precipitate the second act.) She's the middle-aged contralto and he is desperately in love with her, but his unscrupulous advisors have taken advantage of a loophole in the Utopian constitution—the government being of the form known as "Despotism tempered by Dynamite," it's always been an option that a King who governs badly can be blown up by order of his Wise Men—to force him under threat of explosion to write scurrilous articles about himself under various pen names, with the result that even his own Public Exploder believes he's an embarrassing libertine. He takes a kind of sad professional pride in his skills as a satirist and is otherwise very depressed. Lady Sophy, meanwhile, having progressed through the courts of Europe with a wreckage of royal hearts in her wake—she vowed to marry only a monarch of blameless character and hasn't found one yet, though not for lack of trying—actually returns Paramount's affections, but his reputation makes it impossible for her to tell him. In person she finds him sweet, smart, and honorable; then she picks up the latest paper and reads such things as would make Elegabalus blush and despairs all over again. Her attempts to determine the truth of the rumors are prevented by Paramount's resigned insistence that he cannot put the authors to death even if they are lying. It's weirdly poignant for a completely ridiculous situation. Fortunately, common sense and legal obfuscation come to their aid: the Princess Zara returns from England, discovers her father's situation, and determines that the solution is to turn Utopia into the joint stock company of the title, legally rendering the King a corporation rather than an individual and therefore no longer subject to dynamiting ("You may wind up a Limited Company, / You cannot conveniently blow it up!"), whereupon Paramount and Lady Sophy come clean to one another, perform an adorable duet, and kiss so enthusiastically that it embarrasses his children. There's more plot, but I pretty much don't care about it. I am in it entirely for the eccentric middle-aged couple who are just so happy to be able to make out at last. My post-canon fantasy is that ex-King Paramount becomes a political humorist on his own time and is very successful at it.
(This is not a movie, of course, and I need to be writing about those. I need to start sleeping more first. It's four in the morning; much chance of that.)

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Okay, my objectivity is shot. Thank you for the reality check.
I find their relationship both hilarious and touching! Here, by the way, is my horrifically out-of-date post on Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971). I can read back about five years in my own entries before I start wanting to rewrite them and this has definitely exceeded that limit, but it's the most I've ever written about the movie in public. Here is my favorite illustration from Bonfires and Broomsticks (1945), the novel.
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It's one of the few genuine, believable love matches in G&S as far as I'm concerned. Its existence makes me so happy.
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Not 100% off-topic, but close -- I can't remember whether I've ever talked to you about Takarazuka before. All-female musical theatre companies in Japan that appear to be where Golden Age Hollywood's sequins and giant feather fans disappeared to; their male impersonators in particular have obsessive fan followings and one really only has to take a look at 'em to see why. I can dig up video links if desired.
(This digression was brought to you by thinking "that sounds like the kind of plot Takarazuka would perform.")
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I'm glad you agree with me! I really can't remember much of the rest. It just doesn't stick the same way.
Not 100% off-topic, but close -- I can't remember whether I've ever talked to you about Takarazuka before.
I don't know if you've specifically talked to me about Takarazuka before, but I know who they are. I've seen clips of some of their performances online.
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"Katisha, for years I have loved you with a white-hot"—fumbles in his sleeve for crib sheet—"passion . . ."
[edit] This is, of course, my favorite version of "On a tree by the river."
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Richard McMillan's Pooh-Bah! I wish I could remember the year my grandparents showed that production to me and my brother; they were taking us to a one-woman show of The Mikado and quite sensibly thought it might be a good idea if we had an idea about the plot beforehand. I'd read the libretto in the aforementioned gigantic volume of G&S and can still remember noticing how the music fit to the lyrics, some of which I'd inadvertently memorized in the way that happens if you read things that rhyme. What I primarily remember about the one-woman Mikado is that she was very good with voices and that they served sushi at the reception afterward. I believe it now to be the first sushi of my life. What I primarily remember about the Stratford Mikado is that it immediately became my definitive version for years.
I still wish the cast of Topsy-Turvy had made a full recording of The Mikado. Louise Gold's Katisha is so good! I really wanted to hear her and Martin Savage do "There Is Beauty in the Bellow of the Blast"!
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I'm glad to know that, actually. I think of it as even more obscure than The Gondoliers (of which I've seen exactly one production in local memory and at least it has the Duke of Plaza-Toro going for it).
but yes, figuring out how to costume it without coming off as racist is tricky. I suspect the only recourse may be extremely stylized and nondescript outfits on everybody, or a concert production; even though the temptation to steampunk it up is huge.
I have the memory that someone on my friendlist saw a production some years ago—
(The Mikado, of course, you can set anywhere you like. If you're Jonathan Miller, a seaside hotel in the '20's works just fine.)
I enjoyed the touch of King Paramount making his entrance on a giant mechanical tortoise.
I may have to watch just for that.
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Oh, neat. What did they do in terms of production design?
I also have a certain fondness for "A tenor, all singers above."
Fair enough. That's sung by Zara's love interest?
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Yes, the excellently named Captain Fitzbattleaxe. In the 2003 production, our Fitzbattleaxe (who was dating the actress playing Zara in real life) had to miss a bunch of rehearsals for various reasons, so we had some rehearsals where Zara introduced a Fitzbattleaxe who wasn't there. At one of them she jokingly announced, "And this is my boyfriend, Captain Invisible!"
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Nice!
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Mind you, I have no room to talk, as I performed some years back in MITG&SP's modern-dress production of Patience which was probably more egregiously nontraditional.
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Aw, man! This is a measure of how my life has gone this year: I didn't even hear about it. I would have at least tried to make it if I'd known.
Judging from the pictures, the Anglicization of Utopia involved Doctor Who costumes, Harry Potter costumes, and other nontraditional elements.
That's great. Seriously, that's better than bowler hats.
Mind you, I have no room to talk, as I performed some years back in MITG&SP's modern-dress production of Patience which was probably more egregiously nontraditional.
Oh, yeah? How many years back? [REST OF THIS COMMENT DELETED FOR MOMENTARY FAILURE TO RECOGNIZE WHICH G&S OPERETTA IS WHICH]
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For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I got to play Ella. I can't act at all, but it was tremendous fun.
ETA: Was it the production of _Iolanthe_ featuring a very thin blonde Fairy Queen?
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Nice! I would have liked to see that.
For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I got to play Ella. I can't act at all, but it was tremendous fun.
I am glad to hear it. I have never been in G&S, but I am not in anything these days.
Was it the production of _Iolanthe_ featuring a very thin blonde Fairy Queen?
I haven't a clue: all I know is that when Iolanthe was condemned to death, the Lord Chancellor had to be physically restrained from defending her, which made an impression on
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Ooooh.
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(I say "I seem to recall" because I would have been knee-deep in Vocal Director Hell at the time and probably had a brain full of
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My theater group in NYC, the Blue Hill Troupe (http://www.bht.org/), did a fairly steampunk version of Utopia in the spring of 2012. They cut a LOT from the script -- including cutting Tarara (the Public Exploder) altogether, which made me sad, but admittedly made the whole thing a lot less overtly racist (the minstrel-show number aside) -- and otherwise tightened up a lot of the plot, and in the end I enjoyed that production a lot more than I even expected to.
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Thank you! Wow, I know a lot of people in the 2004 cast.
. . . How does Utopia, Limited work without the Public Exploder?
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CunningPrivate Plot trio altogether, which pained me.... On the plus side, they also cut out the "Phantis loves Zara" subplot (that never goes anywhere and gets completely forgotten by the end anyway), so that tightened things up for S&P in turn.
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I know a talented and patient musical director who once commented that should he go to Hell when he dies, he will be given a large group of tone-deaf people and forced to stage the Ring Cycle. (Heaven, on the other hand, will likely have chocolate, music, books and beautiful men.)
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Well, that's a genuinely terrifying vision of hell.
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turnipsinsufficiently wrangled demiquavers.)Sounds legit to me.
Do recordings exist of any of these productions? I'm sorry not to have [edit: cat decided to stretch out on the keyboard] seen the 2004 Iolanthe, although I can't feel guilty about it: I was in New Haven at the time, reading Pindar.
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(See #2)
Feel better!
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OK, now I'm falling down the Cracked rabbit hole of fun facts (they should have included Doris Stuart (https://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=1314&dat=19271007&id=xZ1XAAAAIBAJ&sjid=u_MDAAAAIBAJ&pg=4107,2949467&hl=en).)
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Seriously! That's Lord Chancellor levels of ethics ad absurdum.
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"And in 1906, while on the PM campaign trail, he even accused himself of bullying his opponents."
THAT IS BEST.
Thank you; I had no idea.
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I don't know whether to find G&S forward-thinking or be depressed by corporate law today!