It was pretty creepy. Clive Bayley's Nosferatu-ish Bluebeard moved like a weird, jerky marionette throughout, which was unsettling. He and Michaela Martens sang splendidly, and the orchestra sounded great. I'm not sure about the production, though. The director,Daniel Kramer, was on the radio recently,promising a hot coup de theatre for the ever-popular fifth door, but I found it a bit underwhelming. All in all, very good, very weird, but somehow not quite riveting.
As for RITE OF SPRING, Christ knows- We had 50's stevedores bouncing up and down with crates,five more dead peoiple than you'd expect, mass earth-fucking,and animal masks that looked like they were inspired by MAUS-all overseen by a statue of the Virgin Mary. Go figure. I'm probably too old to understand, or something. Again, it was well-executed, and I quite enjoyed it. These warhorses can take a bit of being messed around with.
I managed to hobble down the stairs, rather than face death by squishation in the lift, but my knees sure felt it afterwards. I think I may be getting a cold, too. Nose stuffy, throat sore-ish. Bugger.