As I said in yesterday’s post, Rigoletto was fantastic. As part of the Opera Supper Club we were invited for drinks and nibbles prior to the show and then at the interval were plied with more wine, or in my case water as it was so very warm in the theatre. This crazy weather we are experiencing makes it so difficult for organisers – it is autumn and it should be getting cold, instead of which we are having better weather than we had in the summer. As my grandsons would say – go figure!
Anyway, the story of Rigoletto is no doubt known to you all. The Duke Mantua and his jester, Rigoletto are cursed by the nobleman, Monterone because the Duke has defiled Monterone’s daughter. Meantime, Rigoletto is keeping secret the fact that he has a beautiful young daughter. Of course, Gilda, Rigoletto’s daughter falls into the clutches of the evil Duke, Rigoletto vows and plans revenge but in the end it is not the Duke but Gilda who is killed.
There you have it – Rigoletto in fewer than 70 words. Do read the synopsis from the Met here.
After the performance we were once again treated to a look behind the scenes with the stage manager. He explained how the props were moved up and down, how the revolving stage worked and also how all of this amazing scenery would be packed into containers on Saturday morning (“so if anybody is free on Saturday…”) and then shipped off to Auckland on Sunday. Apparently it takes all day to dismantle and more than a day to install and to check that all is working as it should at the other end.
Much of the scenery had been hand painted including the marbled effect on the salon walls. A magnificent chandelier had been purposely made for the production but had already been booked for hire by another organisation for use in its production.
And later in the year the whole set is to be shipped to Brisbane, Queensland, Australia for use by the Opera Queensland – Lindy Hume, the Director of Rigoletto is usually based in/with Opera Queensland.
And when the sets of the various operas are not being used, they are stored in containers in an open yard on the outskirts of Auckland.
Just a fascinating half hour and a perfect way to round off a perfect evening.
Earlier this week I asked what would your perfect day be like. Now after this perfect evening I ask you what would your perfect evening look like.