Gayer than…?
What? Springtime? Adam Lambert? An Ungaro Spring frock (pictured)?
Or that old standby, “gayer than eight guys fucking nine guys?” (Not pictured, alas)
Yes, all those things are gay, and some are even gay gay gay gay gay. But nothing is or ever was as gay as this:
Supremely gay – though not necessarily in a good way, alas. I saw this at the Liceu in Bercelona in September 2002 and it baffled (if not bored) the entire audience. I feel sure the Catalans have a decently-evolved sense of irony – they have given us Calixto “drop your pants NOW, fellas” Bieito, after all – but this try-too-hard production was lost on everybody.
Gay? You want Gay in the worst sense? Go to Bonn
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SP0XbpJ2N0
Off topic of this post, but a comment that the Christopher Alden production of Don Giovanni that premiered at City Opera yesterday afternoon was cheered warmly (NO booing for the production team but much applause and bravoing). I thought it one of the finest pieces of opera directing I have experienced so far, psychologically sound, very theatrical, soundly based on the text, and vwey well performed by the entire cast.
Conductor Gary Thor Wedow and the cast ornamented second verses, there was some very good singing from the cast–six debuts among the seven of them–and excellent acting. Combined with the revival of Esther, no matter what criticisms one may have of the work itself, it seems to me that Mr Steele and the company have put NYCO back on the scene as strongly as could be imagined given the disaster they all walked into.
My sincere compliments to everyone involved, and hopes that they can pull off the rest of what they need to do during the rest of this truncated come-back season.
Terribly gay but not necessarily in a fabulous way.
Is there a way for this woman to hit the right pitches? Damn, I couldn’t stand it after 20 seconds.
Our esteemed hostess is, of course, always correct. Nonetheless, fallen mortal that I am, I continue to believe – stubbornly adhering to the blind error of my ways – that the gayest thing ever is the Chinese 18th-century novel The Dream of Red Mansions, centering on the emotional and poetic aspirations of a group of women (and one extremely fey young man) in a few conjoined households. Ronald Firbank, though without the archness.
A sample:
http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/yVEe7IpvmLI/
(here the fey young man is played a woman, as is traditional in Shaoxing opera. the whole opera can be seen on tudou.com)
The original video looks like a production of “The Boyfriend.” And wow, that bitch cannot sing.
Is that really gayer than Tom Ford directing Colin Firth in a movie based on Christopher Isherwood’s A Simple Man, with Julianne Moore as an aging fag hag?
Is that Tori Spelling in “Trick?”
Sanford, if that movie really exists, it’s going to the top of my Netflix queue.
It opens in London in early December. Not sure if it is being released in the US before or after, but yes, it absolutely does exist!
The Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League has done it again!
Gosh. Except for the bad singing — not, one admits, a minor consideration — I think that’s a charming way to present the masques or semi-operas that are set in Arcadia, a manner lost on almost all moderns. I’d a lot rather see this piece updated to a ditzy — and, yes, a faggy — modern milieu than almost all strainings after doubtful originality in nineteenth-century operas, in which the culture is not so remote that it needs to be radically reinterpreted to be comprehensible.
holy crap; rigoletto as austin powers– even for German directors who hate Italian opera, this is atrocious.
what Mensan thought it would be a good idea to have the chorus boys pick the soprano up by her diaphragm and clump around the stage with her during her extended high notes? christ, i fucking hate directors.
Sanford, it’s A SINGLE Man. Saw a preview for it a few days ago. The online trailer has a couple of shots of men kissing that were not screened in the theater.
La Cieca, who is that dirndled Minnie Mouse and what the hail is she singing?
The clip seems to be Caroline Sampson – uuuurgggh – from a Barcelona staging of David Poutney’s hilariously vulgar ENO production. You’ll be getting her scratchy singing when Jonathan Kent’s Glyndebourne Fairy Queen gets to BAM next year. Watch out for Lucy Crowe – she’s a real talent.
this is one of the gayest of all….
Alas, even when we allow for the downward transposition, the vocal difficulties have become all too obvious by now. Wenarto’s ill-advised recent foray into the German repertoire comes back to haunt him here. But there is much to admire in this thrillingly visceral production, and while neophytes may be advised to start elsewhere, this is one that I would not be without.
I know I’m late on this post but (besides Wenarto) surely nothing beats this Fairy Queen for gayness:
Ciechissima!
Is that YOU in the purple frock in the middle?
If so, it certainly suits you far more than that grey suit you wore in “Aunt Cieca…” — it did not suit you, either the suit or the colour.
… where can I rent the guys