In general I think people enjoyed it. It did seem pretty long; especially all the dancing and singing after the ??dénouement??.
Having a libretto by a good playright (Thomas Corneille, younger brother of Pierre) always helps to get a plot you can follow and characters you might care what happens to them.
The singing was good. It isn’t an opera with major arias that you go out of the theater whistling, but in general the BEMF opera directors are good at getting singers who not only sing well but sound good together.
The orchestra was good. It looked like the bulk of the recorder playing was actually done by the oboe players, with the (at least local) name brand recorder players (Tom Zajac, Héloïse Degrugillier, and Justin Godoy) playing the on-stage scenes but not sitting in the orchestra pit making the tone quality sound different when there were recorders doubling the violins. The trumpets sounded the kind of glorious you hope for in the opening fanfare (this year done inside the theater instead of in the lobby). Then they spent close to an hour sitting in the pit before their next ensemble, and it had some problems. There might have been two hours before their appearance at the end, and that had some intonation problems, too. It would be interesting to research what Lully and other baroque conductors did about this problem, but they might have just ignored it.
Some of the solo dancing was really wonderful. There was one male solo in the last act that everybody I talked to had been particularly impressed by, but we couldn’t figure out from the program who had been dancing what. The thing that looks like it happened at the right time was Gilles Poirier as L’Architecture, but I can’t say I noticed anything particularly architectural about the dance.
The dancer friend I had dinner with afterwards said she is always annoyed by the ??porte de bras?? of the BEMF dancers. According to her training, the arms should always move from the center and be much more articulated. I wish I’d had that conversation at intermission — I would have liked to see whether it changed the way I saw them. We all agreed that the solo dancing was generally more impressive than the groups. The demons in Hell were the best of the production numbers. I thought they could have made more of the flying (by Foy) — in general, they could have had their feet on the ground and looked about the same, although it did make better use of the space. People in the balcony reported that they couldn’t always see the flown bodies.
The sets were quite ingenious, using a folding metal fence to set up a foreground area. The four dancing chorus members who opened and closed it also provided commentary on the action, e.g., warning Psyché not to pull aside the curtain behind which Amour was sleeping.
I enjoyed the costumes, particularly the sparkly white dress Psyché wore after intermission.
So my recommendation is to go see it if you’re interested in baroque opera, or French culture, or 17th century theater. But I wouldn’t run around telling everyone to go see it to *become* interested in any of those things.
h3. Theater
If you go, bring a heavy sweater and warm socks. My little black dress has a nice warm jacket to it, but the dressiest shoes I’m willing to wear for the amount of walking taking the T to downtown Boston implies are sandals, which I normally wear without socks, and my feet were freezing. A friend who was sitting in the balcony was just under a vent, and probably had it even worse.
My seat was at the back of the orchestra, and I enjoyed it better than the nosebleed seats I’ve had the last couple of times. In general you can see the orchestra a bit better from the balcony, but this was high up enough that I could see who was doing what pretty well.
One friend complained that there was no champagne and only California wine for sale in the lobby.
h3. Audience
Mostly seemed to be attentive and not restless. The people on the inside seats in our 6-person row had to leave before 10:30. I don’t know how long they had thought it would be. They were apologetic, but it seemed like an odd decision to make.
There’s always an international flavor to BEMF, and even to downtown Boston without BEMF, but I thought I heard more French than usual in the lobby.