So b&c got back from Germany late Wednesday night (Except that he'd apparently gotten a bit bored in Germany, so he'd detoured for a few days in Athens and a few more in Mykonos, just because he could, you know? And he's all, "I've got to take you to Mykonos sometime," and I'm all, "I'll go pack," and he's all, "No, seriously, once you've been there, you won't understand any of the fuss about Rehoboth," and I'm all, "Dude, when have I ever said anything nice about Rehoboth? Have you been doing Sambuca shots on the airplane again?"), which meant, of course, that we had tickets to the Kennedy Center on Thursday. Naturally, I assumed this meant Kathy Griffin1, but, no, b&c ("Who's Kathy Griffin?") had gotten us tickets to see the opera.
So, yeah, they were doing Rent. Except -- and I HATE it when they fuck with the classics -- they weren't calling it Rent. Instead, they had made a bunch of changes, and the new name was The Hippie Chick. Except -- and I HATE it when people glorify the use of foreign languages -- The Hippie Chick is apparently not a fancy enough title for the gray/blue hairs who go to the opera, so they had to put the whole thing in Italian. La Bohème, or whatever. They rewrote a lot of the music, too. Again with the influence of the blue/gray hairs: it sounded like fucking Puccini.
Oh, and get this: Maureen? NOT A DYKE! They were calling her Musetta and she was all about the dick. The girl didn't quite sparkle on her highest notes, but otherwise, I gotta admit she was working it. And major props to all the other singers. Every one of the male leads was in good voice (and they were all very shaggable: I wanted to scream out, "Marcello! Stop being Maureen's bitch and come be mine!" but they frown on that sort of thing in the Kennedy Center, except at the Kathy Griffin show, I reckon), especially Rodolfo (and you know how I hate to compliment tenors). The chick playing Mimi was terrific, and the chemistry between the leads was very compelling. I actually cried when
Oh. Get this. They killed Mimi! Those bastards! I was sitting there, waiting for her to revive and say that Angel (there was NO Angel in this production, but there were plenty of drag queens in the second act, at least) had told her to go on back to
Anyway, it was all very well done, and we were even out of there in less than 2.5 hours (only one intermission! hooray!) but I was pissed at them for pissing on Rent that way. At least they got the setting (urban loft, late twentieth century) right, but they totally gutted the HIV angle. Hell, the way they went on about coughing, Mimi might just as easily have had tuberculosis.
When we came back from intermission, the guy behind me was talking to his
1Full disclosure. I don't think Kathy Griffin's all that funny, most of the time. I do think her discussion of Jesus in her Emmy acceptance speech was brilliant, however. There were many fewer gay boys than usual at the opera last night, but there were tons of them in the Kennedy Center lobby afterwards. I didn't look at everybody, but I'm pretty sure the guy with the "I SHAVED MY NUTS FOR THIS?" t-shirt was coming out of the Kathy Griffin show rather than from La Bohème.