Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Non-review: American Lulu
The problem is that, though sung in English, it's not sung very clearly, and I caught about half of the words at best. The Young Vic are obviously aware of this and have provided surtitles. Unfortunately from the cheap slips where I was sitting these weren't visible, so I remained none the wiser.
The surtitles should have been clearly visible from the stalls, but I'm not sure this particularly added to their enjoyment, given the stampede for the exits every time the lights dimmed for a scene change. The discordant musical style really wasn't to my taste, and others will have to comment on the cast's voices because all I know about opera singing is that it's loud without microphones, and they did that. One of the characters seemed to be modeled on Rolf Harris, which is a bit unfortunate timing. Another of Lulu's lovers is an American Football player. I could tell because he wore his full kit complete with shoulder pads and helmet at all times. I think that's the appeal of opera: The subtlety.
And she didn't even sing "Relight My Fire!"
American Lulu by Alban Berg, adapted by Olga Neuwirth, is booking until the 24th of September at the Young Vic.
Running time: 1 hour 50 minutes straight through.