So, I saw in the paper that one local theatre was going to be ‘broadcasting’ The Magic Flute from the Met in NYC on Saturday at 10:30 AM. I was wishy-washy about it, as it was a condensed version and sung in English, but decided to go. I figured there’d be me, a senior citizen or two at tops, and maybe three other artsy types.
Ha.
First theatre sold out, so they added another. (Grumble, I think–I ended up in Room #2, and it was definitely not surround sound.)
Other than that… Wow! What a show! What fun! Seeing it on the big screen in HD was about 80% of the way to being there. (Coulda been louder too; I like my opera at a good volume.) Live is best of all, of course. Even my husband enjoyed it when I dragged him to Carmen.
The staging and puppetry, which I was dubious about, were marvelous. Nathan Gunn as Papageno stole the show for me–great voice, and wonderful, comedic acting. Stole the show up until “Der Hölle Rache”, of course.
That was AWESOME. Oh, my god… It was probably the best version I have heard sung in my (limited) opera listening. The power, the height, the stratospheric notes… SHIVER ME TIMBERS!
Next time, I’d drink one or two fewer cups of tea with my breakfast. I really had to pee by the end…
So, minus surround and volume and too much tea upon rising… What an awesome thing to do on a Saturday morning. You can count me in again for the next one. With just *one *cup of tea for breakfast first…