Cake’s stand
“…in Parsifal, instead of digging out the chapters from Metaphysics for Dummies (which is what basically everyone does, except Herheim!), [Calixto Bieito] made it a perfectly plausible story, close to us, to our lifestyles…
…delicately pushing you to reflect/question your intimate religion and of the world around you. That’s only a collateral effect his shows make on you, which is what why they’re so great.” Blogger Opera Cake offers a detailed take on the new Parsifal in Stuttgart. (Photo: Martin Sigmund)
I got a foreign language he can handle.
Holy Patrick-Wandering-in-the-wilderness, I hate ‘Di Provenza”
And here my linguistic (or logic?) skills totally abandon me. Never mind, as long as Mr. Richards understands. Or – lucky me I fell for baritones 15 years before ever knowing Di Provenza existed?
Sweet dreams.
Oh, Yappy and Betsy, you gals crack me up!
Inveterate Gossip: With that shot of that regie Parsifal’s tenor with his bum on show….. where’s basic stagecraft?
Drummed in any would-be performer at their first lesson ‘Never, never… turn or poke your arse at your audience!’
(And THAT I supposed, includes …even a naked one)
I saw one regie Trovatore production, where eight new recruits arrived at the Count di Luna’s camp. In formation they turned around, completely undressed and then changed in army clothes. Yes, eight guys methodically poking their bums repeatedly at the audience bending down to pull on their socks, their underwear and pants.
Boy, what a backfire this must be for ANDREW RICHARDS. He trains for years, follows the right diet, gets to bed early, discipline, discipline, discipline. He sings all the right notes, acts the right acting things, bares his butt, and BLAMMO – suddenly he’s an anonymous gluteus maximus. His name is ANDREW RICHARDS ! Not ‘Bare Butt,” not “I wish I could see his weenie,” ANDRCHESTHAIR RICHWOW.