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Friday, August 22, 2003
 
Glyndebourne

Well Myfanwy, our visits to Glyndebourne are over for another year. In the next few days, I'll perhaps write about some of the productions in more detail, giving some links. For the moment, I'll just give you a few thoughts and impressions:
Apparently, Anish Kapoor (designer for Idomeneo) didn't realise that his set resembled a giant fanny. Was it Freudian unconsciousness that led to that design or was it all in the mind of the reviewer who first pointed it out?

In the same production, the orange uniforms of a few of the prisoners make a subtle political point. In no way could it be called an excessive gesture, nor could it be seen as spoiling the presentation - we've all become used to Peter Sellars's strange visions.

Adele (Lyubov Petrova) plays mean spoons in Die Fledermaus. Ian Hislop please note this for Private Eye. Knockout production, but not for traditionalists.

Theodora was gripping and given a modern political look. During his riveting pre-performance talk, Peter Sellars told us about the genesis of the production. Perhaps more fascinating was his expressed suspicion about politicians (US Hebrew Gog [anag.], in particular) who claim to have a hot line from God. And - you've guessed it - the execution scene was based on Texan practice - lethal injection. Guard your citizenship well, Peter.
We picnicked this year. Dinners rushed during the eighty-five-minute intervals are a bit too conducive to indigestion, not to mention nodding off at crucial points...

Was it my imagination or were there more purveyors of the pink pound there this year? And did the audiences, especially that for Die Fledermaus, look older? Or am I, at 173, getting younger myself? Still, I suppose it's only the crumblies who think they can afford to go to Glyndebourne. They need things to tell their great-great-grandchildren.


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