Word: sopranos
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Years ago, a leading New York tenor named Brignoli made a point of not being touched during onstage love scenes; that, he felt, would have been both indecent and unlucky. More recently, Soprano Beverly Sills went through an entire act of La Traviata with a tenor who never once looked at her. Conclusion: tenors as a group are still not only shorter and rounder than their heroines, but as adroit as ever at underwhelming them romantically...
...thrill girls on both sides of the footlights. Four years ago, in a New York City Opera Traviata, Domingo inspired audible sobs all over the house when he carried the dying Violetta (Patricia Brooks) around in his arms like a baby. Says the still impressed Brooks: "Now every soprano wants to sing with Placido...
...portions of disorder and early sorrow. In her native Port Arthur, Texas (pop. 56,000), a staid Gulf Coast city dominated by the oil refineries that employed her father, she was an awkward child, part tomboy, part appassionata manqué. Save for a brief stint as a cherubic church soprano, she was an outcast, a rebel against conventions both adult and preadolescent. "They put me down, man, those square people in Port Arthur," she later told an interviewer. "And I wanted them so much to love...
...BALD SOPRANO had a strangely stale effect, though the famed "Bobby Watson" segment and the opening interchange between Mr. and Mrs. Martin should, independently, justify even the most traditional revival of this play. What follows these two paradigms of verbal obfuscation is a dreary series of games which the Smiths play with their think-alike symbolic coordinates, the Martins. The caperings of Mary, the maid, seemed to contribute nothing to the action, but Victoria Fraser's quickness in that part relieved an artistic sore in the play which was repeatedly aggravated by Jim Lynch's performance as the visiting Fire...
...found, in short, not much fire in The Bald Soprano, and I began to notice trivial things like the close atmosphere in the poorly ventilated basement room in which the plays were presented. I wondered how Mr. Smith could be reading an obituary of Bobby Watson in the Times Literary Supplement. My mind was wandering from the focus hit in the first play when Jack, surrounded by swarming relatives, screamed: "Words, what crimes are committed in your name...