In a spine-tingling otherworldly fairy kingdom, a group of bumbling thespians and two confused pairs of lovers are mocked, prodded and made use of by merciless and self-absorbed spirits of the woods. Constance and I love the music of Benjamin Britten’s Midsummer Night’s Dream, which raises the hairs on the back of our necks one minute and infects us with helpless laughter the next.
That will only happen when the faeries sing
Pacific Opera Victoria’s production was curious, with a set draped in white gauze curtains upon which tree-ish shapes, leaves and points of light were projected, I found it a bit domestic, perhaps it was meant to make you think of nights and dreams…but I would rather have been temporarily lost in a forest than in a bedroom.
However, it was a thoroughly enjoyable evening out, with all characters including the charming children’s chorus singing ethereally, stolidly or passionately as their roles required. We adored the wonderful Robin Goodfellow tumbling, teasing and making “mistooks”. Thank you William Shakespeare for the wonderful story, and Happy Birthday To You!
Constance is listening to the Lily of the Valley tinkling in the breeze – the fairies must be singing again!
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