11. August 2008 · Comments Off · Categories: Ramble

The director killed Sarastro off. I didn’t know the opera was ever done that way. Or is this a first?

Decked out with a Stalin-like mustache and an upended Miss Liberty crown, he is a ridiculous figure, surrounded by yes men instead of wise men. He dies with a whimper in the end, and Mozart’s paean to his glory is played against a darkened and empty stage.

I read it here.

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