critic

Akhnaten


Go see the Met’s Akhnaten, in the house or in a movie theatre. It’s a hell of a performance, and Phelim McDermott’s production is a visual feast. Like Satyagraha, it’s presented without titles and sung in languages you definitely don’t know. It’s more spiritually and historically opaque than Satyagraha or Einstein on the Beach, for a further remove. But it’s not completely inscrutable; accept its terms and you’ll get along fine. The titles provide not text but a little scene-by-scene guidance. They won’t explain the juggling, but I think it’s safe to take that more or less at face value, a visual keyed to the music and a bridge to the action.