For my money, the biggest star on Friday night turned out to be none other than Antonin Dvořák.
“Would I love to do these big operas in Symphony Hall? Yes. When I feel like I’ve got two-thousand people to attend, I’ll move over to Symphony Hall.”
Of course, it’s a tricky business to summarize a classical music scene as busy and wide as Boston’s.
Massenet’s instinct for drama and gifts as an orchestrator go a long way to carrying the piece, but it still can make for a long night at the theater.
Powder Her Face proved the perfect capstone to Odyssey Opera’s month-long survey of British (mostly comic) opera: biting, darkly humorous, provocative, and relevant.
To say that Odyssey Opera continues to set the bar for opera performances in Boston may be a bit superfluous, but it’s true.
Taken together, it’s a bracing, provocative, and – perhaps above all – fun survey of music for the stage from, for England, the conspicuously abundant 20th century.
It’s fun to recall what’s been played locally since January and be reminded just how rich the greater Boston area’s classical music scene really is.
Nothing, until the very end of the opera, is ever settled or, even, as it seems: this is psychological musical drama writ large and graphically.
May Odyssey Opera continue gracing Boston’s opera scene for seasons to come with such delightful performances as this.