As the three of you reading this journal over the weekend know, I hit story-draft for Vineart War #1 on Saturday. Go me! But the Post-Draft Day of Rest is done. Back on the the work-pony.
Oh, but I did want to say something abut the production of The Damnation of Faust at the Metropolitan Opera.
First of all: Faust. Damned difficult thing to stage, and obviously you have to simplify the storyline (which, IMO, loses all the depth of the story and makes it even harder to stage effectively as a logical story) but the end production was fabulous just the same.
The director had worked with Cirque du Solei before, and you could tell: wired acrobatics, high-tech bluescreeen with fore and aft projection, and a multi-level, multi-focus production very much not your grandmother's opera. Staging was magnificent, voices divine, use of technology impressive, and the costuming was brilliantly done -- Mephistopheles' red pleather and goat hair suit gave the very clear 'dragon' resonance (the front of his jacket was molded like a rib cage) but when he was caught in the mirror behind him, the curve of the cap's quail feathers screamed "horned beast." And then he plucked one of those feathers (his 'horn') for Faust to sign the document with... Niiiiiice.
Mephistopheles always steals the show. Always.
Oh, but I did want to say something abut the production of The Damnation of Faust at the Metropolitan Opera.
First of all: Faust. Damned difficult thing to stage, and obviously you have to simplify the storyline (which, IMO, loses all the depth of the story and makes it even harder to stage effectively as a logical story) but the end production was fabulous just the same.
The director had worked with Cirque du Solei before, and you could tell: wired acrobatics, high-tech bluescreeen with fore and aft projection, and a multi-level, multi-focus production very much not your grandmother's opera. Staging was magnificent, voices divine, use of technology impressive, and the costuming was brilliantly done -- Mephistopheles' red pleather and goat hair suit gave the very clear 'dragon' resonance (the front of his jacket was molded like a rib cage) but when he was caught in the mirror behind him, the curve of the cap's quail feathers screamed "horned beast." And then he plucked one of those feathers (his 'horn') for Faust to sign the document with... Niiiiiice.
Mephistopheles always steals the show. Always.