LESSONS FROM GRAND OPERA
I love the Met’s hi-def theatre-casts from NY. They’re educational, too. From last week’s Don Giovanni, I learned that, in the unlikely event that a statue in a graveyard starts addressing you, you should absolutely refrain from inviting it to dinner. Instead, run like hell. Speaking of that (hell), if the statue comes to dinner anyway, do not–repeat DO NOT–p*** it off in any way, or else you will be very, very sorry.
From season-opener Anna Bolena (Anne Boleyn) (played enthrallingly by Anna Netrebko), I learned what happens when an evil person has access to absolute power, as Henry VIII did. Besides being a cruel actor on the world stage, in his personal life the King was a serial adulterer, and a murderer, too, having executed two wives for–you guessed it–adultery and disloyalty.
But then, I never really did trust leaders of nations. Some of the worst people seem to wind up in that job. Kind of like now, when we’ve got a Nobel Peace Prize winner out there, bombing civilians and starting new wars. Not a peep out of his supporters in protest. Maybe they all read 1984 and decided that War really is Peace.