Thursday, October 16, 2014
Out, Damn Spot
The story has timeless appeal, after all, who wants to be number two?
Last season we saw Tosca, and I have a feeling we will be spending a good chunk of the 2014-15 season at Film Streams. This isn't an cheap evening on the town (would be worse without the Film Streams membership) but if I have a child that will sit happily through three and a half goddamned hours of opera-and enjoy it, I feel I ought to take him. I grew up listening to the Met broadcasts on the radio each Saturday during the season http://www.metopera.org/metopera/broadcast/operainfo.aspx?src=wlnug, and I didn't enjoy it. At all. My dad liked to listen to opera in the car, so we'd all go for a drive to Wisconsin. By the time we were back home the opera would be over, I'd be carsick, and I'd swear that once I moved away I was never going to listen to another opera again. Ever. Funny how life works out. My grandfather, and my dad were both opera fanatics, so I suppose it skipped a generation (or only applies to the males) and Danny has the opera gene.
My personal issues with opera aside, this was an extraordinary performance. I had to laugh at the wardrobe for the witches-shabby vintage with glowing handbags and silly hats. Probably not the intended audience reaction, but I was sitting there thinking, "Ooooh, that witch has a lovely cardigan...and look at her shoes!" Fair is foul and foul is..a great pair of cat-eye glasses. So yeah, those scenes were lost on me as I was checking out the costumes. The set design was thoughtful as well with the ever-present wood in the distance.
I'm not qualified to review the singing, so I won't. I know, everyone with a blog is supposed to post an opinion about everything. *Shrug*. After three and a half hours of sitting there you could raise Caruso from the dead and I'd still find fault with it. Danny however, was enthralled. OK maybe not in the last part of the third act, but that's where Macbeth loses it on the stage as well. It gets a bit long, but then he snapped back for the final act. It would be a late night for anyone, let alone a nine year old. He was the only person I spotted in the place under forty. I might have nodded off here and there, but don't tell anyone.
Being a night out on the town, we decided to dress for it. Danny was tempted to wear a kilt, but instead went with his tartan tie. I stayed away from plaid altogether, though I did consider a pair of red gloves but as it was Macbeth, not Rocky Horror I didn't think I needed props. In the end, I wore a new (to me) dress I'd been excited to wear. The dress is transparent, which might have been ok in the 70's but definitely wouldn't fly today (I was pushing it with the very low neckline) so I wore a full slip. I needn't have worried-there was so much boobage hanging out all over the screen (in HD!) that no one would have been looking at mine. Lady Macbeth was stacked. Geez, maybe that's why Danny's eyes were bugging out of his head like a cartoon character. Hubba-Hubba, indeed! Nah, it was probably the singing...and all the blood.
1970's Jonathan Logan dress-Goodwill, .99 cents
Madden Girl shoes-Goodwill
Patent leather handbag-Salvation Army
1960's leather and chain belt-Thrift World
Egyptian Revival choker-Thrift World
Gold 50's bangle-Can't remember
1960's hair clip-Hand-Me-Ups
And in other news...woodpecker fail. Hey Woody, you're doing it wrong.
*Yes, I am aware he was hanging by his feet pecking at the mesh tray from beneath. Geez people, do you really think I stand at the feeder screaming, "Dumbass!" at birds? Well OK most days I don't.