At the Metropolitan Opera’s Götterdämmerung on Saturday afternoon, the fires which consumed the Gods burned lukewarm.
Friday night’s Rigoletto at the Metropolitan Opera revealed once again a predictable dissonance between the performances on stage and Michael Mayer’s production.
Join the cher public for this morning’s (and afternoon’s) bang-up broadcast.
“Michaela Schuster will sing Fricka in tomorrow’s performance of Wagner’s Die Walküre, replacing Jamie Barton,” says the Met’s press office.
Will tonight’s Met broadcast (at 8:00 PM) be croce or delizia?
Stefan Vinke’s Siegfried was not so much brawny and terrestrial, but heady and mercurial
Michael Mayer‘s production of La traviata at the Met is so timid, so devoid of insight, so cynically pandering and gaudy that I hardly feel like it even matters what I think of the performances of the current cast.
Let the creepiness from Met begin (for today, anyway) at 1:00 PM.
One needs liberty in order to be a libertine.
Have a Roman holiday this evening starting at 7:55 PM, cher public!
At the Metropolitan Opera on Saturday night, Mozart’s opera never sounded fresher, a superstar cast shining new light on one of the composer’s all-too-seldom-performed scores.
Wake up, sleepyheads, and tune in to this afternoon’s live Met broadcast at noon.
When Anthony Tommasini finds more political content in the Ring than your stage director does, you’re doing it wrong.
Die Walküre crystallizes the cycle’s questions, ideas, and stakes.
And a hearty “Hojotoho!” to all of you, cher public!
The Philistines lose yet once again this afternoon at 1:00.
Our Own Joel Rozen is no longer Our Own, except of course in the most important sense that we will always adore him.
Soprano Iulia Isaev proved to be in just about every way a lovely Tosca.
Austin McCormack‘s lascivious choreography outshone a tepid and tedious staging of Saint-Saëns’s old-testament epic.
A sunny opera for an overcast afternoon: the Met’s broadcast of Falstaff begins at 1:00 PM.