I tweeted throughout opening night last night, but I thought I might provide a sampling of the thoughts that went through my head while the show was occuring:
- Hm. Have those guys always been standing there holding the drape?
- I wonder how full the house is?
- Gerry sounds great tonight. Flic flac!
- This entrance always makes me antsy.
- Michèle is doing fantastic!
- I love that evil laugh by Gaétan…
- Gosh, I wish the stagehands could quit dropping things! I’m sure the audience can hear…
- This is going rather well…
- Wow, the time has flown; I can’t believe it’s over. What was the new curtain call?
Oh, and there is also this brief but nice review by the Boston Globe.
What follows is the work of guest blogger and ticket-winner Whalehead King, self-proclaimed “man on the Dot”, Boston Fringe Neighborhoods Examiner and governor of the Dot Matrix.
I’m not for opera and I’m not against it. I’ve seen a few. This was one of the best and it wasn’t just me who thought so. My companion rated the show as one of the nicest evenings out in a long time. Everyone around us was in as much awe as we were as the spectacle unfolded. At curtain call, we clapped until our hands hurt. It was that good. The production was top notch and everyone involved pulled out all the stops. If November 5 was dress rehearsal, the paying public are in for a whopper.
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