The aftermath of the duel in Tchaikovsky’s “Eugene Onegin” at the Metropolitan Opera.
The production appeared to be a handsome one in published photographs. In person, the production was nowhere near as beautiful as the photographs had suggested and, further, the production—borrowed from English National Opera—was wrongly-scaled for the vast stage and vast auditorium of the Met.
What we encountered was a provincial production, given a provincial staging, precisely the sort of thing one sees at the Coliseum, home of ENO.
We were disappointed, and wondered whether we should have caught the matinee performance of Shostakovich’s “The Nose” instead.
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