The genius production of Giulio Cesare that the genius of David McVicar has dreamt up in 2005 at Glyndebourne (and its DVD plays on heavy rotation at Casa Opera Chic in the glory of operatic plasma, together with McVicar's Nozze, his darkly shimmering Zauberfloete, his Engels-is-my-homeboy industrial-revolution Rigoletto) is now enjoying a well-deserved triumph in Chicago at the Lyric Opera.
Big raves for hawt hawt hawt Danielle de Niese, who's being described by the papers as "a Cleopatra so sex-kitten-seductive that no red-blooded Roman general could possibly resist her" (a Cleopatra on MySpace, tasty!)
The Tribune editors, sadly, couldn't resist the century-old handle-Handel thing, but we're all for dumb humor, so more powah to them, etc.
No mention of a McVicar staging is complete without a quote of one of the great man's greatest moments (the following paragraphs are painted in Chanel Black Satin -- limited edition, by0tches!!! -- on OC's walk-in closet's door)
Anyway, what's wrong with a little elitism from an art form that can be difficult to grasp? Opera often explores painful things like brutal sex, murder and suicide and you leave the theatre with your soul shredded. But that's the point of great art.
Some people find hip hop completely inaccessible but nobody calls it elitist. No one says Barbra Streisand is inaccessible but it costs just as much to see her than to go to Covent Garden
u can say that again mang!