I deliberately didn't find out what Susurrus (Oxford Botanic Garden's big autumn performance) was before going to experience it, rather stupidly as it turns out; it's one of those "talking point" radio plays (delivered through ipods and headphones) that's all about how some stupid mess in the past is ruining EVERYTHING. It was a pretty bad mess (sexual abuse by a step-parent), but careful removal of any narrators that may have passed judgement had left a nasty tang of justification about it, while arty segments which were either about dissecting sparrows, or long thesaurusish lists of similar words, were just baffling.
However, Benjamin Britten's A Midsummer's Night's Dream was playing between the acts and that was sublime. So was the late summer planting in the Botanic Gardens (the long borders, especially, are astonishing) so my advice is this; load up the ipod with your favorite opera, look at the flowers, and forget about the careful contrived controversy of radio plays.
Perhaps as balance I also watched Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus this weekend. It was terrible, but you knew that. Here's the trailer, it's representative!