With the end of another trying semester, or winter slumber, or whatever doldrums you’ve been having, I think it’s safe to say we’re all due for an ol’ fashion Pirates Night Out. Continue reading
It’s like Rent, but good! Continue reading
Tonight, as part of their Annual Fringe Festival, Boston University is staging a production of Three Decembers, a Jake Heggie/Terrence McNally one act opera focused on three eventful Decembers in the lives of a famous mother/actress and her two adult children. Continue reading
Opera at the Coolidge Corner Theatre? Snoozefest! But wait! This isn’t just any old exercise in arias and codpieces, this is Verdi’s Simon Boccanegra! So? Whattyamean, so? An absolute masterpiece of political intrigue! A Machiavellian nightmare of interwoven alliances, hidden identities and blackest betrayal! The … one with the pirate in it. Yeah, Simon Boccanegra. He’s a pirate. He’s a pirate mayor. He’s a pirate mayor that fights people. Fine, we’ll just call it Verdi’s Pirate Mayor Who Totally Fights a Whole Lot of People. Now, how does that sound for a Sunday afternoon? Exactly! See you there.
[Sun. 3.6.11. 290 Harvard St., Brookline. 617.734.2500. 10am/all ages/$20. coolidge.org]
Concentration camp opera. Yep, it’s time to put on the serious cap, here, bucko. Written, scored and rehearsed entirely within the walls of Theresienstadt, The Emperor of Atlantis, or Death Quits, is a thoroughly unique insight into one of the bleakest periods in human history, The Boston Lyric Opera explores the story in Rehearsal at Theresienstadt, 1944, performed at the Museum of Fine Arts’ Remis Auditorium and featuring both excerpts from Emperor and an entirely new prologue, “After-Image,” composed for the BLO. [465 Huntington Ave., Boston 617.267.9300. 2pm/$18 members, $22 general. mfa.org]
The Nutcracker itself really hasn’t changed all that much since you and the rest of Mrs. Simmon’s third grade English class got dragged to its performance at the Podunksville community theater, but boy, you sure have. Where once was a insufferable little shit fumbling to retrieve their contraband GameGear from the folds of their windbreaker, now stands a lean, mean patron of the arts, ready and raring to hit up the Boston Ballet. Goes to show, with age, comes maturity, and with maturity comes refinem—you are totally high right now, aren’t you? Goddamnit. [539 Washington St., Boston. 617.259.3400. 1pm and 5:30pm/all ages/$35-$162. bostonoperahouse.com]
The Russians, being the notoriously cheery sort that they are, decided that the story of Pinocchio lacked the sufficient trauma necessary to inure itself to their anguish-fattened populace. So, they threw in dashes of murder, racism and dissociative mania, made everyone cripplingly poor, and stretched out the length to an hour of droning, cacophonous agony. Da! Slavic-ready! The result, Igor Stravinsky’s Petrushka, will be performed over the Paramount this evening, with actual puppets portraying the role of actors playing the puppets becoming people. You can finally cross “morbid marionette opera” off the bucket list. [559 Washington St., Boston. 617.824.8000. 7:30pm/5+/$25-$79. artsemerson.org]