...and it was OK.
Last night My Better Half and i saw La Traviata at the Met; it was the first time either of us had seen a complete opera performed in an actual opera house. Unfortunately, i have to disappoint various people who seem to think it's my responsibility to get into opera. Orchestral music doesn't do much for me, i prefer my stage dialogue spoken (preferably in a language i understand), and the much-vaunted emotional content of the work is pretty much lost on me through the stilted form. Clearly there are enough people who feel differently to pack the house, and it seems a shame for me to take one of their seats.
In fact, i was getting pretty bored during the first half. But then we got to Flora's crazy party, and things really picked up -- some dance, some humor, and a lot of spectacle. Maybe we should pick something a little livelier to see next time; MBH really enjoyed the whole show, so i'm sure we'll be back from time to time even if i'm not cut out to be a regular opera-goer.
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One's first opera should be Parsifal or you have no reason to complain. It's 5 hours long, and the entire second act is a conversation between a guy and a dwarf in a cave. The opera wasn't an hour old when it jumped the shark.
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