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starladyI went to see this 90-minute stinker when I was in London last month--it was a world premiere, it was at the Royal Opera House, tickets were cheap, the dude who wrote it had gotten high praise before, what could go wrong?
Well, the first 30 minutes of the opera contained no singing. It was literally some old dude--who never recurred in the production--blathering on about boring shit alone onstage for the first 30 minutes. The cast did eventually start singing, in German which made it somewhat better, but it was still so boring. The old guy turns out to have been the father of the main character, who in the interim has become an old guy who's died but doesn't realize it. The Sixth Sense this was not, let me tell you, and I really wish I'd had the courage to walk out after an hour as a few other people did. The singing was competent, and I recognize this is one of the pitfalls of new music, but this was by far the worst opera I've ever seen.
Well, the first 30 minutes of the opera contained no singing. It was literally some old dude--who never recurred in the production--blathering on about boring shit alone onstage for the first 30 minutes. The cast did eventually start singing, in German which made it somewhat better, but it was still so boring. The old guy turns out to have been the father of the main character, who in the interim has become an old guy who's died but doesn't realize it. The Sixth Sense this was not, let me tell you, and I really wish I'd had the courage to walk out after an hour as a few other people did. The singing was competent, and I recognize this is one of the pitfalls of new music, but this was by far the worst opera I've ever seen.