My parents have already attended "The Glass Menagerie" at the Guthrie Theater, and they have recommended it to Joshua and me. They have told us that Harriet Harris creates a memorable Amanda Wingfield.
This past weekend my parents attended the world premiere of Ricky Ian Gordon's opera, "The Grapes Of Wrath", at the Minnesota Opera. Several months ago, my parents asked Joshua and me if we wanted to attend that opera with them, and we declined.
I dislike Ricky Ian Gordon's music--he is simply not very talented, and there is no kinder way to put it--and I despise Steinbeck, and I especially despise "The Grapes Of Wrath", surely one of the worst novels ever written.
Josh is from Oklahoma and, like most Oklahoma natives, he finds the entire subject matter and treatment in "The Grapes Of Wrath" overwrought and insincere and agenda-driven.
My parents were surprised when Josh and I told them that an operatic version of "The Grapes Of Wrath" simply held no interest for us, and I think that they were slightly disappointed that we did not want to attend that opera.
However, now that my parents have seen and heard "The Grapes Of Wrath", they have informed Josh and me that, wisely, we missed a dog of a work.
Apparently the physical production was quite good, and the cast did fine work. However, the score, according to my father, was "pure claptrap". He said that "hundreds--no, thousands--of Americans must be able to write a better opera score".
My mother said that the music was "paper-thin" and that there were approximately 17 minutes of music stetched, with water, into a four-hour score.
My parents said that the only reason they were able to endure the entire four-hour performance was because the physical production was so fine.
I did point out to my parents that I had warned them that Ricky Ian Gordon's music was not any good--heaven knows, I have heard enough of it--and my father replied that "he must be the least talented composer on the planet".
No arguments from me on that point.