I love the Met’s hi-def theatre-casts from NY. They’re educational, too. From last week’s Don Giovanni, I learned that, in the unlikely event that a statue in a graveyard starts addressing you, you should absolutely refrain from inviting it to dinner. Instead, run like hell. Speaking of that (hell), if the statue comes to dinner anyway, do not--repeat DO NOT--p*** it off in any way, or else you will be very, very sorry.
From season-opener Anna Bolena (Anne Boleyn) (played enthrallingly by Anna Netrebko), I learned what happens when an evil person has access to absolute power, as Henry VIII did. Besides being a cruel actor on the world stage, in his personal life the King was a serial adulterer, and a murderer, too, having executed two wives for--you guessed it--adultery and disloyalty.
But then, I never really did trust leaders of nations. Some of the worst people seem to wind up in that job. Kind of like now, when we’ve got a Nobel Peace Prize winner out there, bombing civilians and starting new wars. Not a peep out of his supporters in protest. Maybe they all read 1984 and decided that War really is Peace.
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