French chanteuse, Caroline Nin emerged from the shadows in a white dress suit, into a badly lit spot. It was a rare error from a venue such as the Opera House and unfortunately set the tone for the evening.
Arrebato, we're told, translates from rarely-used Spanish as 'a sudden & intense burst of emotion', of which I experienced more than a few, if not a continuous gush, across two blissful sets
It’s an ambitious project, but together with their vignette form, hauntingly delicate animated settings and Andrade’s grisly poetic tales they manage to pull it off.
Arlo Guthrie is a freakin' genius. I rarely resort to expletives, in reviews, let alone their Americanised cousins, but, since he peppers his banter with same, it seems oddly appropriate.
Renee Geyer needs no introduction whatsoever and there isn't one that can begin to estimate her prodigious talents. As it turns out, she's not just a difficult woman, but a pithy, funny one too.
In the care of Pinchgut Opera’s director, Erin Helyard, this music, formulaic as it indeed is in some respects, sprang off the page into an experience rich in emotions.
Blind faith and rational belief are always sparring partners in dramatic conflict and so it is here with the power play tinged with superstition and salaciousness.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.