I said I would not blog about the sad-sad production of
La Forza del Destino, recently premiered at the Paris Opera, but since the video-links of the show appeared and the run of this appalling production is over, I'll just put in my two sentences and let you enjoy or "
enjoy" this thing.
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Curtain calls after the show on November 17 2011 at Opéra Bastille: Vladimir Stoyanov, Philippe Jordan, Patrick Marie Aubert, Violeta Urmana, Zoran Todorovich, Kwangchul Youn, Nadia Krasteva [the best soloist, Nicola Alaimo, not in the photo] |
In all honesty, I went to see this show hoping it would change my too strong opinion about this opera --
one of the dumbest operas of all times-- and that I'd find a way to convince myself that, musically, this opera was indeed one of the greatest works done by Giuseppe, as the numerous Verdi aficionados often suggest.
While I knew nothing would change the incongruities of the libretto, and that this kind of staging would only emphasize them, I thought the performers would make this giant snoozer miraculously enjoyable.
Hélas, hélas!
Kwangchul Youn was obviously fantastic and
Nicola Alaimo excellent, but all in all I spent 5 very long hours [
2 intermissions] fighting the snooze-balloons, survived them all, only to hear "
Pace, pace mio Dio!" and say -- Never Again!