||[Dec. 12th, 2018|01:40 am]
Sing out, Louise, sing OUT!
I love Verdi, a lot. I’m beginning to think, however, that La Traviata and I just don’t get along. I was, as I recall, unenthusiastic about the Met’s last production when it was new. I haven’t seen it since then, and I was even less enthusiastic tonight. I’m going to skip the part where I go on and on about how it wasn’t good, because I’m sure my perspective is biased. The first act was unimpressive, the second interminable (not just because it was acts II and III knocked together). It was all downhill (and that’s a very long hill) after a ghastly, flaccid Violetta-Germont duet. The third act (act IV) might actually have been ok, but by that point I was well past caring.
ETA: I thought the “this is all Violetta’s memory the moment before she dies” conceit was perfectly clear, but it seems to have completely eluded Tommasini in the Times, so maybe not.