The First Emperor – synopsis

The First Emperor is about the guy with the terracotta army. You know the one. Here’s what happens in the opera by Tan Dun.*

The first emperor of unified China wants a leitmotif for the empire so he asks John Williams to write the Imperial March. Since John Williams wasn’t born yet (it was 221 BC), the Emperor (Qin Shi Huang) tells him to write it anyway – and then resorts to his second choice, Gao Jianli.

Gao Jianli was a childhood friend – they did jail time together, were both marked as slaves and were raised by the same mother. The Emperor remembers that Jianli played a mean zheng and, referring to him as his Shadow, thinks he’s just the guy for the job. Surely they’ll be on the same page. Jianli will write some great new music to replace the old dusty favorites. All they have to do is conquer Jianli’s homeland – which was on their To Do list anyway – and bring back Jianli. The Emperor sends his general off to do the conquering – offering the princess to him when he returns.

He does return with Jianli, but there’s a catch: The Emperor’s armies burned everything and killed everyone in the process (including trampling Jianli’s mother). He’s not going to write the anthem. He’d rather die.

He tries to starve himself, but the Princess has a thing for musicians,** and seduces him into eating and… other things. In the course of the other things, she regains the use of her legs (she had been lame since a fall off her father’s horse). Her father is thrilled until he discovers the cause of the miracle cure. And then he wants to kill Jianli – except he still wants Jianli to finish the anthem, so he stalls. Also he considers him a brother and blah, blah, blah (he wants the anthem).

The General, who is slated to marry the princess, doesn’t even like anthems.

Mom and Dad try to talk the princess into marrying the General, but she refuses. She thinks it’s horrible and selfish of her father to put an empire first. She broods and puts posters of Jianli up on her bedroom walls. She may or may not also take to wearing black, painting her nails purple, and cutting herself. All the while, slaves continue to build the Great Wall of China as if nothing else is going on.

The Emperor, figuring a way out of all his promises, asks Jianli to be patient and allow the princess to marry the general. After they’re married, he’ll send the general off to battle, he’ll be killed, and Jianli will join the court. And by the way, how’s that anthem coming?

It all goes according to plan and if you want to not read the spoiler and surprise ending, you should stop reading here.

No really, stop.

It does not go at all according to plan. They gather to hear the new anthem at the inauguration, but before the anthem is sung, news comes that the princess refused to enter the bridal chamber and the general strangled her.

The princess comes back from the grave long enough to clarify that she killed herself. And then the news comes that the general also killed himself. He comes back from the grave long enough to clarify that he did not kill himself, he was poisoned by Jianli. Also, beware the dwarf and don’t let your daughter date musicians. Seriously, musicians are bad news and the Emperor should watch his back because Jianli is still in a twist about the “you trampled my mother” thing.

Jianli arrives and the Emperor turns to him for comfort in this dark hour, which is a mistake because it turns out the ghost general is right. Jianli, in a fit of wrath and perhaps grief (at this point we’ve started to wonder if the whole thing was just a fancy way to die since that’s what he wanted in scene 2 anyway), bites off his own tongue and gives it to the Emperor, who skewers him.

Once everyone who’s slated to die has died, the chorus dutifully sings the new anthem which does not bear as much resemblance to Darth Vader’s theme as it does the song the slaves sang earlier on. As the Emperor himself points out, this is Jianli’s revenge. The end.

*I have a crush on Tan Dun.

**When the princess told her father she wanted a musician, there was an audible groan from my roomful of friends, all of whom are (or are married to, or work with) musicians. We totally could have told her so.***

*** but I still have a crush on Tan Dun.

Aida – synopsis

Aida is set in Egypt because people like seeing exotic things without getting off their couches. That’s why there are so many operas about hookers. This one’s not about a hooker. It’s about the captain of the Egyptian guard, Radames, who is in love with an Ethiopian slave, Aida. Aida is the slave of the Egyptian Princess Amneris, who is in love with Radames.

The Ethiopians are coming and Isis tells Radames to go  conquer them. Isis isn’t actually in this opera. She’s working flex time and telecommutes.

The Ethiopian army is lead by Amonasro, king of Ethiopia. Amonasro happens to be Aida’s father, which everyone in Egypt would know if they had read the synopsis in their programs. Aida does not know which team colors to wear.

Radames comes back victorious, trailing several captors including the man he would like to call his father in law. Amonasro is dressed as a captain and although Aida greets him as his father, they still don’t know he’s king. The people all say to have pity on the captors. The priests say that sounds like a good idea and they’ll get right on it after they’ve had them killed. The king of Egypt congratulates Radames and invites him to marry his daughter. Considering what kind of mood the priests are in, Radames doesn’t mention his preference for Aida.

Amonasro, who is kind of a jerk, reminds Aida that Radames just killed a bunch of her friends and conquered her homeland. She’s unphased by this logic.

Radames had figured that if he conquered the Ethiopians, he’d be able to come home and marry Aida. He’s just not that into Egyptian princesses (especially kind of bitchy ones). Aida suggests they run off together and Radames spills the beans that the Egyptian army will be going through a super secret pass the next day so it will be unguarded and they can go that way. The king of Ethiopia then blows it all by triumphantly announcing to anyone who will listen that Radames is a traitor and the Ethiopians will now sneakily attack them in the super secret pass, because no one had invented or cracked the Enigma yet. Or figured out how to read ahead in the programs, for that matter.

Radames is tried as a traitor and the priests, who are still in a mood, announce that he should be buried alive. Radames goes into his brandy spandy new tomb which they’ve prepared for just such an occasion and as they push the big stone closed over his head, he notices that Aida is in the tomb with him. She snuck in the night before and no one thought to stop her because who wants to be in a tomb that’s about to be sealed if you’re not actually dead yet?

The next bit requires some stage trickery because Aida and Radames are singing in the tomb while Amneris et al are above, wringing their hands (or toasting themselves, depending). Everyone sings and then – you know I spoil all the surprise endings, right? – they die. For good measure, Amneris comes around just in time to be equally miserable (but less dead).

Tosca – synopsis

If you are wondering what has gotten into us, we are posting fast and furiously because Trout Towers is hosting Opera Hell Week: Seven Days, Seven Operas and the Trouts’ friends need all the help they can get. The seven operas are: La Fille du Régiment, La Bohème, Tosca, Romeo and Juliet, Salome, The Barber of Seville and Magic Flute. Feel free to follow along.

They’re watching streaming HD from the Metropolitan Opera’s Met Player. It’s cheap and there are tons of operas to watch.* We at Opera Betty maintain that HD opera broadcasts are a gateway to hardcore live opera use. First one’s free.

And now, to Tosca!

I love Tosca because the first video I ever watched of it featured a not particularly attractive or svelte Tosca and when she threw herself from the ramparts she did so with the finesse and grace of a rhino on fire. It was truly hilarious and I rewound it mercilessly.

Tosca also has some of my favorite music – Scarpia’s “Va Tosca” (with the Te Deum in the background) and the scene in which Tosca is heard singing outside Scarpia’s window. Listen for it.

Act I takes place inside a church in Rome. Angelotti, an escaped political prisoner, rushes in, finds a hidden key and ducks  into one of the gated chapels. Mario Cavaradossi is painting a fresco of the Madonna in the church and returns to work soon after Angelotti’s arrival. Recognizing Mario as a fellow Bonapartist, Angelotti reveals himself. No, not like that.

Mario locks the door to the church and offers Angelotti help. The locked door rouses the suspicions of the already jealous Tosca, a famous opera singer. Opera singers are like that. He manages to shoo Tosca away, but not before she notices the Madonna looks like someone she knows. She leaves,  a ticking bomb of jealousy. The woman Mario is painting as the Madonna happens to be Angelotti’s sister but neither Tosca nor Mario know that. The only reason it’s important is the sister left clothes for Angelotti because he likes dressing in women’s clothing when he’s escaping from prison. Angelotti leaves his sister’s fan behind because it doesn’t match his eyes.

Angelotti and Mario hear the cannons signaling an escaped prisoner and dash off together. Angelotti will hide at Mario’s pad. Wearing his sister’s dress. Oh, the indignity.

Tosca comes back to find Mario gone.

Scarpia, the chief of police, wants Tosca in a not particularly healthy relationship kind of way. He finds the fan and uses it to get Tosca in a twist about Mario and Angelotti’s sister. She storms off to find Mario and Scarpia sends a spy after her. This is when he sings the “I love it when a plan comes together” aria, accompanied by a bunch of choirboys.

Act II is in Scarpia’s apartment. He’s having dinner by himself because everyone hates him. His window is open and this is when you hear Tosca singing below. He sends a message to her to come up when she’s quite finished.

The spy he sent to find Angelotti returns, without Angelotti. To appease Scarpia, he’s brought Mario instead. The two bicker about where Angelotti is long enough for Tosca to arrive. And then Scarpia sends Mario off to be tortured.

Eventually Tosca can’t stand the sound of Mario being tortured and she spills the beans. Mario is brought out and told that Tosca gave up Angelotti’s hiding place. He is displeased. They usher him off to prison.

Tosca asks Scarpia what his price is to release Mario, which is a big mistake. Scarpia cannot resist a woman who hates him and absolutely cannot wait to get his hands on Tosca. He tells her as much. She sings “Vissi d’arte” which is quite famous and is about how she’s dedicated her life to art and love and a hell of a lot of good it’s done her.

Scarpia says, “I’m having him executed, so, uh, what do you think? You? Me?”

Tosca says “you are one seriously creepy dude so make it quick and make sure Mario and I have travel papers to Bermuda.” Scarpia tells his henchman to make it a mock execution and gives him the signal about what kind of mock he means.

Alone with Tosca, Scarpia writes the requested letter and signs it just as Tosca, seriously grossed out at the thought of him, spots a knife on his table. And kills him. You go, girl.

Tosca then scampers to find Mario in prison, where he’s already singing about how much he loves her. They sing together and she tells him she killed Scarpia. He thinks that’s totally hot. She tells him not to worry and brings him up to speed on the mock execution and the trip to Bermuda.

The guards come get Mario. He’s very brave since they’re not really going to kill him. After the firing squad has mockly executed him and gone off to breakfast, Tosca tells Mario he can get up. He doesn’t get up because they left out the mock part when they executed him.

There’s a kerfluffle as Scarpia’s minions discover she’s killed him and they come for her. Since Mario’s already dead and there’s nothing to live for, she tosses herself over the wall – either to her death or into a gorse bush. It’s hard to tell how high up they are.

and…. curtain.

*this is, sadly, a neither paid nor requested endorsement.

La Fille du Régiment – synopsis

La Fille du Régiment is the story of an abandoned child who narrowly escapes becoming the Duchess of Krakenthorp. No one wants to have to introduce herself as the Duchess of Krakenthorp. It’s a bitch to spell.

Marie, the non-Duchess of Krakenthorp, was found and adopted by the 21st regiment. I don’t even want to know what that entailed. I’m sure it was honorable.

The opera starts out with the Marquise of Berkenfield (who we do not know is Marie’s mother) and the butler (who did not do it). They are traveling to their castle and are concerned about the fighting nearby. Sulpice, the 21st regiment sergeant, arrives to escort them.

A prisoner, thought to be a spy since he’s been trailing the regiment, is brought to Sulpice. Marie identifies him as Tonio, a Tyrolean local who once saved her life. She is in love with him. He’s in love with her. They are doomed doomed doomed because she has to marry someone from the regiment. He joins the regiment and sings the tight underpants aria.*

Meanwhile, Sulpice is putting together the name Berkenfield with the name on a note left with the orphaned baby. The marquise claims that Marie is her niece and was left in her care until she was accidentally forgotten on the bus/eaten by dingos/abandoned in a cave. Her niece cannot possibly marry a soldier, so she takes Marie to her castle, scrubs her up, teaches her to play the harpsichord and prepares her to marry the Duke of Krakenthorp. It’s very much like My Fair Lady, except not.

Marie does not want to marry the Duke of Krakenthorp because she is an ungrateful little regiment hussy who doesn’t know where her cake is buttered. Poor Marie. But then! The 21st regiment arrives, bringing Tonio. They are reunited! Tonio demands the marquise allow them to marry.

The Marquise of Berkenfield says “not while you’re living under this roof, young lady!” and forbids Marie to marry Tonio. She then admits to Sulpice that Marie is not her niece. Marie is her own illegitimate daughter, who she abandoned for fear of dishonor. Abandoning your baby is way classier.

When Marie finds out the marquise is her mother, she has a sudden change of heart and stops refusing to marry Krakenthorp. Wedding guests arrive.

The marquise, in turn, has a change of heart (remember, she’s the one who got knocked up in the first place by some hot scoundrel) and gives Marie and Tonio her blessing. This is a comedy, so they all live happily ever after. Is there anything funnier than the concept of living happily ever after?

*La Fille du Régiment is famous for the tenor’s aria “Ah! mes amis, quel jour de fête!” which entails nine high Cs. Although it entails nine high Cs, it is not a drinking song because there is no everclear.** To sing it, the tenor in question would do well to wear my son’s Buzz Lightyear underpants, size 4T, although that might make him somewhat less desirable to Marie and cause all sorts of trouble within the regiment.

**Everclear does not sing this opera.***

***Can you even have an asterisk within an asterisk? And why do people say “asterix?”

The Barber of Seville – synopsis

I’m not going to tell you how to pronounce Il Barbiere di Siviglia because it’s kind of like ordering Mexican food. I mean, if you’re at La Scala, you should probably brush up on your Italian but otherwise it’s perfectly okay to just order the chicken burritos.

If that did not make sense to you, this opera is only going to make it worse.

Let’s start with the characters. Count Almaviva is in love with Rosina. Rosina is the ward of Dr. Bartolo. Dr. Bartolo wants to marry Rosina. Rosina wants to marry Count Almaviva. Figaro helps make it all happen. Figaro is the Barber of Seville.

Almaviva arrives with his servant Fiorello and a band of musicians. They stand beneath Rosina’s balcony and Almaviva serenades her at dawn. Late sleeping Rosina does not appear. The musicians, telling each other to be quiet, wake the whole town.

Almaviva pays them and sends them away. He sticks around, hoping to see Rosina and have a word with her. He hears Figaro approaching and ducks into a doorway. Figaro is a loudmouth.

Figaro arrives and sings the Bugs Bunny aria.

Did you know that if you search online for Rabbit of Seville, the only videos you find are in Spanish? It’s true.

The Barber words are slightly different from the Rabbit version. This one is about how resourceful he is and how everyone is always asking him for something and calling him.

“Figaro! Figaro! Feeeeeee-ga-row!”

He goes on and on about how great he is and how nothing gets done without him. It would be annoying if he weren’t so darn charming.

Figaro and Almaviva recognize each other and Figaro asks what brings the Count to town. Almaviva explains about stalking Rosina.

Rosina appears on her balcony holding a note. Just as she sees the Count Almaviva, Dr. Bartolo comes out and demands to see the note. Rosina convinces him she’s just written out the lyrics to an aria from a popular opera. Dr. Bartolo does not like opera, the people who watch it, or the people who perform it. She accidentally drops the note and asks Bartolo to get it, knowing he won’t bother. She signals to Almaviva that it’s for him.  Bartolo shoos her inside.

The note says that Rosina has noticed Almaviva and she thinks he’s kind of cute. Bartolo will be going out soon and she hopes Almaviva will introduce himself.

Bartolo does go out, and Rosina appears on the balcony. Almaviva sings to her, calling himself Lindoro so she doesn’t fall for his title and wealth. It’s like Coming to America except they don’t come to America. He tells her he can’t offer her anything but his devotion. She swoons. He swoons. She hears someone coming and goes inside.

Almaviva hires Figaro to help him marry Rosina.

Bartolo has conscripted Basilio to help him finagle a marriage to Rosina. Madness ensues. The Count arrives as a soldier and again as a substitute music teacher (Alonzo). Bartolo tricks Rosina into thinking that Lindoro is  tricking her into marrying Count Almaviva and he does not love  her at all. Rosina agrees to marry Bartolo and confides that Lindoro/Alonzo/Almaviva and Figaro are planning to sneak in that night. They plan to trick them when they arrive.

Except when they arrive, Lindoro/Alonzo/whoever-the-flip-he-is tells Rosina he’s actually Count Chocula. Wait, no, Count Almaviva. She is tickled pink. A notary arrives to draw up the marriage contract between Bartolo and Rosina. Figaro has the notary make the contract between Almaviva and Rosina. The Count asks Basilio to be a witness. Basilio obliges. (Ballistics and bribery may or may not have been involved. )

Bartolo arrives, but it’s too late. There’s much rejoicing. The Count lets Bartolo keep Rosina’s dowery, which makes everything right in Bartolo’s world. Chorus sings. Curtains close.

The end.

Mary Zimmerman’s Sonnambula

I keep hearing these horrible things about the Met’s production of La Sonnambula. I heard the audience actually booed Mary Zimmerman, the director.  What is this, the 1800s? You hear stories all the time about operas that were booed their first time around. Like Madama Butterfly and Carmen – which are of course total crap that no one ever listens to. Except everybody. Which bodes well for Mary Zimmerman’s production, no?

Today I saw the broadcast of La Sonnambula (you know how to pronounce it by now, right?). I think Zimmerman put the cast in Swiss Alps Costumes for the last 2 minutes of the opera so we could all be really grateful for the magic she had worked. Seriously, if I had had to watch The Little Goat Girl for 3 hours I would have headed to the snack stand and stayed there. Dirndls and lederhosen and embroidered edelweiss all have their place, but I’m not sure where it is.  One of the circles of hell, perhaps?

Here are some things I liked:

  • Natalie Dessay’s green shoes
  • the use of hand sanitizer after Lisa’s admirer held her hand
  • Lisa in general – especially when she offered Amina (her rival) an empty coffee pot in which to put her flowers
  • the sound of chimes, which was probably not identified as Amina’s cell phone in the original 1831 production
  • Here’s what I didn’t like:

  • They introduced us to the prompter but didn’t show us the little box she sits in.
  • I loved seeing La Sonnambula placed in a rehearsal hall and didn’t find it the least bit incongruous. I always figured singers talk like that when they’re in rehearsal. Granted I should know better after Karita Mattila gave her famous “let’s go kick some ass” quote to 5 quadrillion people in high definition.

    I must also say that Apple Betty love love loved it. Yes, she is six. But she is very discerning and I bet she knows more about opera than a lot of those posers at the performance.

    I bet the people who booed are closet lederhosen fetishists.

    Orfeo ed Euridice – synopsis

    I have to admit, I went to the Metropolitan Opera’s HD broadcast of Orfeo ed Eurydice because there were Isaac Mizrahi costumes involved. My friend went for the Mark Morris choreography. We were both pleasantly surprised by the music. Costumes, choreography AND singing? Heavens to Betsy, it’s our lucky day.

    The role of Orfeo (Orpheus) was sung by a mezzo-soprano, who is not a man. Why, you ask, is the role of Orfeo sung by a woman? Because there’s a shortage of castrati these days. And Jimmy Somerville, to the best of Wikipedia’s knowledge, does not sing opera. When Gluck wrote the music, the title role was intended for a man who had been, ahem, altered, so that his voice would not change at puberty. I hope you are sitting. Opera is a sordid affair. In short, no one at the Met can sing that high except for the women and the prepubescent boys. And we should all be grateful for that. Especially the prepubescent boys.

    Where was I?

    The first scene opens on Orfeo, some shepherds, and a handful of nymphs (the woodland kind, not the teenage rock show kind). Eurydice is not there, because she’s dead. There is much wailing and singing of sadness until finally Orfeo tells the nymphs and whatnot to zip it because they are making it way worse and they weren’t married to her anyway so what’s their problem? Meanwhile, the god of love, Amor, has heard all the cacophony and takes pity on this poor musician. Amor tells Orfeo that Jove feels kind of bad and will allow Orfeo a visit to the underworld to retrieve Eurydice. The catch is, Orfeo cannot look at Eurydice and he can’t tell her why he won’t turn around. You can see where this is going, can’t you?

    The second act is of Orfeo battling furies and dead dudes. He sings to them and they let him through the gates of Hades and on to the Elysian Fields. Were you asleep during your high school mythology class or are you keeping up? In the Elysian Fields, the dead heroes and heroines bring Eurydice to Orfeo, and off they go.

    In act three, Orfeo leads Eurydice through the underworld. At one point she thinks he doesn’t love her anymore (go figure). He turns to reassure her, which of course sends her back to the underworld – dead again. Orfeo sings “Che farò senza Euridice?” which is Italian for “where are my sleeping pills?” Not wanting yet another overdosed musician in the underworld, Amor stops Orfeo from killing himself, revives Eurydice and gets them a nice place in the Hamptons where they live happily ever after. I may have taken some liberties with the details, but you get the idea.

    (Orfeo ed Eurice – pronounced Or-FAY-oh ed oo-ree-DEE-chay. You get extra points for trilling the “ree.”)

    next week only: less death! (Madama Butterfly)

    I am sorry if you missed the high def broadcast of the Met’s Lucia di Lammermoor. You made a wretched mistake and we shall not dwell on it.

    Okay we might dwell on it a little bit. Among other things (specters! Filial deception! Russian and Polish people singing in Italian while acting Scottish!), you missed a 20 minute mad scene in which Anna Netrebko, arguably the hottest diva in all of opera, goes nuts. Suffice it to say that going back to your wedding reception after knocking off your brandy spandy new husband is likely to get noticed and no one will want to dance with you.

    You missed a doozy. BUT! You can redeem yourself on March 7th! The Metropolitan Opera is doing yet another high def broadcast. This time it’s Madama Butterfly, which is equally depressing even though it has 50% fewer deaths than Lucia.

    My sister and I were dragged to see Madama Butterfly when we were kids and all we remember is how horribly we behaved. That and how boring it was watching her sit around and wait for Pinkerton to show up. Oh, if we had only known what we were watching. And if only there had been subtitles. And if only we had appreciated that anything involving geishas is kind of awesome. We would have been much, much better.

    So. Madama Butterfly is temporarily married off to an American Lieutenant at the turn of the last century. She’s a geisha, but she’s young and naïve and doesn’t realize it’s a temporary thing. He leaves after knocking her up, and she waits for his return.

    And she waits.

    And she waits.

    And then he shows up! But he’s with his legit wife. The non-temporary, non-Japanese one. Let me here insert that historically, Americans have shown themselves to be Real Wankers sometimes. I fully intend to throw things at Pinkerton, à la Rocky Horror Picture Show. Don’t worry, theater owners, I throw like a girl.

    I don’t want to ruin the ending for you, but let’s just say it doesn’t go well.

    Yes, there’s some waiting. It’s not exactly like Waiting for Guffman, in that it takes place in Japan, has nothing to do with amateur theater and has a humming chorus. A humming chorus! Also, the part of the little boy is played (portrayed?) by a puppet. I was leery of this at first because the puppet in question looks like an artist’s mannequin and I figured it was just a budget cut. However, it’s Japanese puppet theater and I have heard on the streets that that little block of wood will break your stone cold heart.

    I dare you to show up and not weep like a humming chorus baby. Please note that if you want to take me up on my dare, you have to get tickets soon. Those people who didn’t miss Lucia are already lining back up at the box office. Even though there’s 50% less death.

    Madama Butterfly

    photo: Ken Howard/Metropolitan Opera

    Dr. Atomic

    Dr. Atomic at the Met

    Dr. Atomic at the Met

    (This is a reprint of something I wrote for the November 2008 issue of C.O.D)

    In the event that you are unable to imagine what the love child of Schoolhouse Rock and the Barber of Seville would look like, the Met’s HD production of Dr. Atomic is rebroadcasting next week in a theater near you.

    Yes, it’s the Met – as in the Metropolitan Opera, not The Mets. But just hold your horses because it’s not what you think. There are no lines like “oh Brunhilda, you’re so lovely.” Instead there are lines like “we surround the plutonium core from 32 points spaced equally around its surface….” I’m not kidding even a little bit. Do you know how totally weird it is to hear a full chorus sing that? And who knew? About the 32 points, I mean. I learned a lot about nuclear physics, let me tell you.

    I also learned that you can write a libretto by plagiarizing from such diverse sources as Baudelaire, Bhagavad Gita, traditional Tewa songs and U.S. government documents. I could totally write a libretto. And imagine my surprise when I discovered that Peter Sellars had written this one! Like “The Sleeper” and “Mighty Aphrodite!” That rocks. Except that it’s Peter Sellars, not Peter Sellers. Close – but close only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades and atom bombs.

    So. The opera opens with all these scientists standing in scientist-sized cubby holes arranged like the periodic table, or a long Hollywood Squares. They are the scientists working at the Manhattan Project Laboratory, in Los Alamos, New Mexico. They look very, very smart, and they sing about things like turning matter into energy and the morality of using the bomb against Japan when Germany has already surrendered. Dr. Atomic is J. Robert Oppenheimer (Gerald Finley).

    The scene skips from the lab to Oppenheimer’s home, where his wife, Kitty, is not so sure all this atomicness is a good idea. The role of Kitty is sung by the very lovely Sasha Cooke. Good thing she’s lovely, because when those HD cameras go in for close-ups they are not messing around. If you are wondering if opera stars floss before performances, I am here to say it looks as if they do.

    From here we go to the “Trinity” test site, at Alamogordo, New Mexico. Factoid: Oppenheimer named the site Trinity after a sonnet by John Donne. The aria at the end of the first act “Batter my heart, three-person’d God,” is also based on that sonnet and was my favorite bit of music. La di da.

    And then there’s an intermission, but instead of dashing right off to the restroom, we watched an interview with Gerald Finley and John Adams. Adams is the composer and he said many illuminating things about the opera which I can’t tell you because when I referred to my notes all it said was “John Adams: Olive-gold plaid jacket with pink and blue striped shirt. Am dizzy. Surely the projector is not correctly color balanced?”

    Back to the Oppenheimers’ house, which is 200 miles away from Trinity. Kitty and her maid are watching the sky for the explosion in the dead of night. Kitty gets a little lit. I wonder if there was a cocktail shaker on everyone’s nightstand in the mid 1940s.

    Finally, back to the test site where the explosion is scheduled for 5:30a.m., in the midst of an electrical storm. The scientists, who looked so smart in the first act, are now standing next to an atomic bomb in an electrical storm. I may not be a scientist, but this does not look like a good idea to me.

    Right around this point I realize I had forgotten I was watching an opera and was all “yes but WHAT HAPPENS NOW!?!?” Even though it’s in English, it’s still subtitled, so as you read the words and watch the action you start to feel like you’re watching a particularly arty foreign film. In a language that sounds like singing. I think more languages should sound like singing. I would not be fluent in them.

    I’m not going to tell you how it ends because that would be a spoiler. You will totally never guess what happens. Alright, you already know what happens, but still, it’s kind of amazing to watch. You may forget to breath for minutes at a time. Oppenheimer says it’s a two minute warning but it was the longest two minutes in opera history (including Wagner operas, which defy time and space in their ability to go on and on ad infinitum).

    I saw the broadcast live at Wellfleet Harbor Actors Theater, where they’re rebroadcasting next Saturday, November 15, at 1pm. The Met HD broadcasts are also shown at Cape Cinema, in Dennis. Tickets tend to go fast, so use your computer prowess and order them online to be safe. There is absolutely no reason why we should be letting the old school opera snobs have all the fun (hi mom!).

    The next opera is Damnation of Faust and you should probably go see it before I go and ruin the ending for you. Because I will. Stay tuned.

    photo: Ken Howard/Metropolitan Opera

    Thais at the Met

    Renee Fleming as Thais

    My six year old daughter, Apple Betty, pitched an unholy fit when I went off to see Thaïs without her. Which I suppose if you are going to pitch a fit about an opera involving a courtesan and a zealot, an unholy one fits the bill. Since I officially get two passes to the Met hd opera broadcasts, I figured “meh? why not,” and took her.

    A motlier group has never graced the theater, I am sure. I, of course, looked stunning. I looked stunning by ignoring my family completely and getting my own bad self ready. Apple looked her own version of stunning: unbrushed hair, striped leggings, AC/DC tour t-shirt, cowboy boots. In short, a child ignored. They let us in anyway and were remarkably gracious.

    Especially since we were an hour late. According to the house manager, all we missed was a bunch of chest-pounding by the great unwashed (including but not restricted to Thomas Hampson as a very hairy Athanael). In the first act, Athanael gets all shades of worked up over Thaïs (Renée Fleming) and shan’t rest until he’s converted her whoring-soul to Christianity.

    Thaïs, if you’re unaware, is a courtesan. A courtesan is a species of escort. The good ones get penthouse suites and a fat allowance to spend on entertaining and making themselves even more courtesany. Back in the day, they were expected to be conversant on such topics as politics, literature, history and the S&P 500. They were also expected to sleep with their benefactors. Duh. Except for that “conversant” bit, I think The Girls Next Door are examples of modern day courtesans.

    So. Athanael (rhymes with “denial”) goes to Egypt and tells Thaïs (rhymes with “high class prostitute”) all about her eternal salvation. Remarkably, he is successful (she’s considering it as a retirement plan). In a moment of very poor judgement, he goes to her in her bedroom to convince her to come away with him. She falls to the floor in front of him, clawing him, clinging to him, begging him to make things right between her and God. All the while, he’s doing a bit of praying himself – staring straight ahead and most likely repeating “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home….” It can’t be easy for a man of God to have Renée Fleming prostrating herself at your feet.

    You’d think they could just sneak away in the morning, when the others were nursing hangovers, but no. He tells her to burn everything she owns – her palace, her jewels, even her little statue of Eros for heaven sakes. You’d think that the “burn all your earthly possessions” thing would have raised some red flags. When someone wearing a hair shirt tells you to burn your own home, it’s time to wonder if he’s been taking the voices of Snap, Crackle and Pop a little too seriously. Also, you should prepare to die in the last act.

    In Act 3, Athanael checks Thaïs into a 5 star convent, where she washes away her sins. As it turns out, you can take the courtesan out of the sin, but you can’t take the sin out of the courtesan – there being not much left when you pull her out of the dryer. So she dies.

    But before she dies, she has an Eliott and E.T. moment with Athanael, seducing him in a dream. I’m not suggesting that E.T. seduced Eliott in a dream. That’s really creepy. Let’s all put it from our minds. I’m saying that Athanael woke up and went “nooooooo! she’s dying!!!!!!” and went to go tell her he wanted to make beautiful baby zealots with her.

    She’s all “the gates of heaven! I see angels!”

    And he’s all “There is no God! Have my babies!”

    What we have here, as they say, is a failure to communicate.

    She dies anyway and frankly I can’t blame her. What’s he going to do? Get a job at the Alexandria Superette? Make her sleep on a rock? She’s used to dresses by Christian Lacroix (who was the costume designer). I just don’t see the part about “providing for her in the manner to which she is accustomed” working out.

    Speaking of her Christian Lacroix dresses, the last one she wore was made by saturating the fabric with plaster of paris and then sculpting it. Maybe not so comfortable, but totally kick ass.

    The Met broadcasts explain things like this during the intermissions. You also get to see the set changes and close ups of the orchestra pit – which is all great for people who like opera but have very short attention spans.

    Apple even made it through without garnering a single dirty look from the opera aficionados around her. Which bodes well for the future of opera. It also bodes well for my ability to spell “aficionado.”

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    photo: Brigitte Lacombe/Metropolitan Opera