Er, no...I must admit that I was having possibly my worst ever day of joint pain, so hairy that I had to get the lift to the friggin' dress circle! My mind was not in a good/receptive place. helenraven
was there, though,
though, and she didn't seem any more enthusiastic than I was.
The plot, such as it is, involves a NIGHT PORTERish situation, in which a former SS overseer in Auschwitz, now married to a diplomat, and heading for Brazil on an ocean liner, is
horrified to see a former prisoner she had thought dead is also on board. Flashbacks commence...
The music is not unattractive, if not 'catchy', it's well sung by a solid cast, especially Giselle Allen as the captive Marta, and David Pountney's production is excellent, with a brilliant two-level set by Johan Engels depicting the pristine liner, and the hellish camp below, beautifully lit by Fabrice Kebour.
The audience was respectful, but worthily sombre as it all was, I remained grumpily unmoved. It sure wasn't worth the physical discomfort and embarrassment I had to go through to get there and back. Still, I satisfied my curiosity. It would have been worse to miss some thrilling masterpiece, non?