A wayward bouquet conked Kristine Opolais on her noggin during the ovation Friday night in La Rondine—but that was the only mishap in the Latvian soprano’s spectacular Met debut.
Our own JJ ponders the Met’s new production of Maria Stuarda (not pictured) for Musical America.
One quick way to warm up: Watching tenor heartthrob Roberto Alagna.
True, Joyce DiDonato’s Mary spat out those fighting words in a tangy chest voice, but it was hard to believe she meant them.
The Trojan Horse seemed like a great idea—that is, until it led to disaster.
“The courtesan’s entourage included dancing girls in filmy harem pants and bedazzled Afro wigs, and the hunky chorus boys pranced about in velour leggings, codpieces and nipple ornaments.”
Our Own JJ‘s nominee for 2012 Newsmaker of the Year: the Met’s Peter Gelb.
It’s that date that rolls around once a year, cher public, the date we celebrate the 1993 founding of parterre box and the 1923 birth of Maria Callas.
Imagine if someone left Vermeer’s masterpiece “Girl With a Pearl Earring” out in the rain.
Our Own JJ (not pictured) is delighted and humbled—well, delighted anyway…
After an uneven start to the season, the Met brought its A game Friday to a superb revival of Mozart’s La Clemenza di Tito.
Last week’s freak nor’easter set the tone for Thursday’s chilly new production of Un Ballo in Maschera at the Met.
The battle of the sexes ended in an upset the other night in Le Nozze di Figaro.
“When the cross-dressing dude is the gifted singer Jeffery Roberson, and the opera is Menotti’s spellbinding The Medium, the result is prime musical melodrama.”
“Like the Shakespeare play it’s based on, Thomas Adès’ opera The Tempest is set on an enchanted island.”
So meandering and ragged a reading would be alarming at a first rehearsal; for a first night, it was a scandal.
“Two generations of gypsy women dominated the first weekend of the Met’s new season.”