Wolf Trap Opera triumphs in a fizzy, fun Cenerentola.
I hate to say I nearly cringe at the thought of Gioachino Rossini’s Il Barbiere di Siviglia.
I have a horrible confession. I’ve always judged the quality of an opera largely on the number of dead characters at the finale.
A performance space called the Sheen Center has opened its doors way down the far end of Bleecker Street, a stoner’s throw from where CBGB’s used to thrive beside the itsy-bitsy Amato Opera House. (You never forget your first Oberto, Conte di San Bonifacio.) Sheen Center, sizable and modern and slim on personality, contains two…
Tell us: Filth or dementia?
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