In the Offenbach oeuvre, Orpheus in the Underworld has the Can Can, and La Belle Hélène has its famous waltz. But Bluebeard has six slaughtered brides buried in the cellar. You can immediately see why it isn't that popular.

In fact there's nothing remotely horrific about the composer's take on the tale of the notorious serial widower. In true Offenbach style, it turns out that the discarded brides weren't dead after all - merely on ice - and Annilese Miskimmon's inventive production has them clambering out of the deep freeze clutching ice cream for comfort.

A good Offenbach production sounds as light as a soufflé, yet it needs a careful blend of ingredients if it isn't to collapse. Miskimmon gets the balance just about right: the singers can all act, conductor Wyn Davies is a felicitously idiomatic operetta specialist, and there is a sprightly new translation by Kit Hesketh-Harvey.

Nor are the tunes second-rate. There is even a Can Can of sorts, though it is sung by Jeffrey Lloyd Roberts's ebullient Bluebeard and, enjoyable as his performance is, you wouldn't want to see him flashing his knickers.

There is great work also from Imelda Drumm as Boulotte, the woman in whom Bluebeard finally meets his match. A farm lass with a thick Dublin accent, she is mysteriously prey to her "orges". It takes a while to fathom what she means by this, but I can only orge you to go and find out.

· In rep until July 22. Box office: 0845 1272190.