We’ve heard little but grouches about opening week at the Metropolitan Opera.
Bloomberg’s Manuela Hoelterhoff tells us that L’Elisir d’Amore may well be her last opening night. The nostalgia of old-fashioned sets has just about lost the last of its charm.
Sharp-eared Elizabeth Frayer, Slipped Disc’s correspondent, caught the opening of Turandot. There were all sorts of mishaps on stage and the intermission lasted 55 minutes, evidently because something had seriously screwed up. Apologies? Forget it. Being the Met means never having to say you’re sorry. Read Elizabeth here.
Still, it was not altogether a waste of an evening. The nice guy who escorted Elizabeth to the opera also asked her to marry him.
Slipped Disc awaits a picture of the happy couple.