So here’s Anthony Tommasini’s love letter to The Met’s Lucia. (Thank Christ that Times Select is no more!)
We now realize that the woman during intermission who was telling someone that Dessay thinks of herself as “an actress” was drawing her info from T-Bone’s review! Wow. People do read this stuff. Theaters be warned!
Then there’s this part:
You never know what to expect from Ms. Dessay, one of the most intuitive and risk-taking singers before the public. A few years back she had a dismaying bout of vocal ailments.
Oh, now it makes sense. But I’m surprised he couldn’t still detect the tricksiness of her technique now, which, it would make sense, is all aimed at hop-scotching around some vocal problems.
Then read here, the part that makes us vomit:
When Mr. Levine appeared for curtain calls, Ms. Dessay bowed and touched the stage floor in tribute. She probably thinks photographs of Mr. Levine should be plastered all over New York as well. She looks better and will sell more tickets, especially when word gets out.
He’s right. Levine does look like a hobbit. But you could swear that with the last line, Tommasini is channeling the spirit of the Met’s marketing director.
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