Il trovatore - Metropolitan Opera, 11 November 2010
And the message is - make sure you chuck the right baby on the bonfire. That's about all I took home from David McVicar's disappointing Il trovatore. Although the programme (free as usual - a nice Met touch) blathers on proudly about the Goya-inspired 19th century update, it's really an admission of defeat. The Peninsular War was a time of massacre, famine and atrocities, as Goya unblinkingly documents. Surely they couldn't have spared the time to burn witches. What you get essentially is the same old heaving bosoms and fancy jerkins and aimless dashing around as any other production. Plus an ugly revolving ruin of a set and annoyingly dim lighting.