What better way to mark the passing of the monumental Hal Prince?
With the Philadelphia Orchestra’s Candide, they saved the best (of all possible worlds) for last.
“I think that if it’s not [Bernstein’s] worst, it surely reflects his worst tendencies…”
If you’ve ever wondered what the Lost Boys’ abode might look like lined with mermaids, shopping carts, and unpeeled potatoes, look no further than Christopher Alden’s new production of Peter Pan.
Well here we are, beloveds, still swathed in the warm glow of the Leonard Bernstein centennial. Box sets abound like bunnies in a hutch.
The opening night of the Metropolitan Opera of September 1972 was supposed to be the dawn of a new era.
“Though Bernstein’s own marriage had its complexities (he was bisexual)…” [Philadelphia Inquirer]
“Thirty years after the action of Tahiti the young son, Junior, is now gay and possibly schizophrenic; his former lover is married to his younger sister, Dede. During his mother’s funeral Junior starts a striptease in front of his father, knocking into the coffin in the process…. This was neither the sound nor the subject…