A famigerada Twitter Opera (Twitterdammerung) - cujo libreto foi composto a partir de mensagens enviadas por cerca de 900 utilizadores do twitter - lá estreou no Covent Garden. Nem bem, nem mal; nem sim, nem sopas...
Segundo reza a crónica, há coisas piores, havendo melhores, também. Elucidativo!
«But the jumper proved of no value, as what unfolded before me was actually not that bad at all. I mean actually watchable, listenable and rather funny. Don't get me wrong; madness and messiness, in the main, did dictate the tone.
You had a duck of destiny, a bird-infatuated nihilist, a falsetto-singing ginger cat called Tobermory and gratuitous references to Deloitte the sponsors, all of which tumbled along in the foyer – note: not the main stage – with little rhyme or reason.
Remember, not only was this libretto confected from the tweets of 900 minds, the offering we heard was but a mere extract of this mad confection. All of which is water off a duck's back for anyone used to the truly mad operas of Virgil Thomson and Gertrude Stein.
The format lent itself to gags and what resulted was a decent operatic sketch show: a sequence of often-surreal, Vic and Bob-like skits, most of which fell flat, but some of which had the audience – mostly thirty- and fortysomethings – roaring with laughter.
Philip Herbert's narration did the pompous trick. And, while the competition is admittedly pretty weak, the gags were some of the best I'd ever heard on the opera floor, proving that it's not the art form that's unfunny, merely the minds of our ageing composers and librettists.
Reitero o que disse a propósito da iniciativa: N'Importe Quoi!
Se, verdadeiramente, a ideia subjacente à iniciativa é captar novos públicos para a lírica - como sugere o crítico -, ofereça-se boa ópera, bem interpretada e cantada!
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