Our Own Gualtier Maldè reports:
Not every opera has to be a masterpiece. I couldn’t subsist on a steady diet of Tristan und Isolde, Die Zauberfloete, Fidelio, plus Otello, Falstaff et al. Frankly the occasional light comic bonbon or trashy but fun melodramatic tunefest makes a nice palate cleanser. I am talking Adriana Lecouvreur, La Gioconda, Mignon – you know – the operas critics love to hate.Â
I very much wanted Thaïs to be a guilty pleasure like La Gioconda or Adriana but alas, the opening night performance of the Met’s new production dashed my hopes. Thaïs is an act of diva worship, purely a vehicle for a glamorous soprano to put in as much vocal and dramatic bling-bling into her performance while leaving out of her costumes as much as modesty will allow. The opening night on Monday had celebrities like Christine Baranski and Anna Netrebko (with bass-barihunk Erwin Schrott in tow) and the rest of the audience primed to give Renée Fleming a sternstunde event. It turned out to be a somewhat lukewarm evening. Read more »


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