A Schleppy Perspective on the Met’s Aida
by Christie Connolley
Here at Operagasm we pride ourselves on sharing an array of perspectives with you, dear reader. In 2012 we have shared reviews from the New York Times, LA Times, Washington Post, and today from the fantastic blog – Schleppy Nabucco. Get ready for this hilarious review of the Met’s production of Aida in today’s Operagasm Review Rundown!
Setting the scene: “I knew we were in for a great evening even before the show started when we ran into a 70-something year old woman on the grand staircase in a hot pink negligee, wearing a diamond tiara, breasts lifted up under her chin and spilling out the top of her dress. Watching her lurch down the stairs in her five-inch heels, and surveying the scene of everyone wearing their best clothes (of course, with a wide range of “best”), I could tell the operagoers had high expectations for the night.”
Keeping me on the edge of my seat: “Roberto Alagna, whom I have seen several times now, does always make me anxious for some reason. I always fear he’s not going to make it. He always does, but just something about him makes me fear for him. The orchestra sounded great. ”
In other news: “Also while staring at the twisted oddity above the stage I noticed that the Met’s gold ceiling looks like it’s leaking in many places. Pieces of the gold are blistered and flaking off in several very localized, circular formations. Is this water damage? From Sandy? Is it just time to replace it? Maybe that’s why tickets are so expensive, the Met is saving up for a new gold leaf ceiling! I had never noticed this before but I haven’t really studied the ceiling before either so the damaged looking sections could have been there for years. A very apt metaphor for the state of opera, perhaps. Gorgeous at a distance but up close decaying—in venues, levels of talent, public interest. Next time there, look up. There are at least five large spots that look water damaged. It made me fear for the orchestra patrons’ safety, as a large sliver of gold leaf could detach from the ceiling and waft down to lodge in a dozing audience member’s ear. Or eye. Or toupee.”