Somebody just had an unkind idea at the end of tonight's live relay from the Met.
Evidently thinking that listeners needed a pick-me-up after enduring a very long evening of maudlin, pretentious soap opera strong on self-righteous sentimentality but weak on musical personality - and this, despite the diva-rich cast, stupendous playing and conducting, and evidently high production values.
The unkind idea: a naughty programmer chose to fill the gap to the next programme with some more opera (sigh...), but in three minutes Lisette Oropesa's simple singing of Verdi's 'Addio, del passato' delivered more emotional and dramatic power than Kevin Puts had managed in three hours.
(Acclaimed though The Hours was by standing ovation, "memorable triumph", "exquisite masterpiece beyond compare" and all that, of course. The film of the book had been rescued by Philip Glass's music. This operatic version had no such luck.)
Evidently thinking that listeners needed a pick-me-up after enduring a very long evening of maudlin, pretentious soap opera strong on self-righteous sentimentality but weak on musical personality - and this, despite the diva-rich cast, stupendous playing and conducting, and evidently high production values.
The unkind idea: a naughty programmer chose to fill the gap to the next programme with some more opera (sigh...), but in three minutes Lisette Oropesa's simple singing of Verdi's 'Addio, del passato' delivered more emotional and dramatic power than Kevin Puts had managed in three hours.
(Acclaimed though The Hours was by standing ovation, "memorable triumph", "exquisite masterpiece beyond compare" and all that, of course. The film of the book had been rescued by Philip Glass's music. This operatic version had no such luck.)
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