rich p said:
The plot is largely irrelevant IMHO. I've seen more believable storylines at the pantomime
exactly - you don't get a great deal more out of it when it's sung in English at the ENO. It's just sex, sex, sex, sex. Like the late, great Teddy Prendergras, but, well, sexier. If you find sex boring, don't go.
Andy - the seat is important. Forget the stalls. Front of circle. The sound is better, and the view is to die for - both of the stage and the boxes. Please pay attention to the boxes - they're a bubbling stew, a veritable ferment, of social climbing and barely suppressed passion. If you need any help I can e-mail you the bit in Proust about a night at the opera. You'll love it.
Sitting at the back of the upper circle has its charm, but it might not be for you. Lots and lots of leather. Unless its one of those ghastly Monteverdi efforts. Then it's all retired spinsters from Wiltshire. Best avoided.
Anyway, the main thing is this. It's one thing to watch this stuff on the telly, or whatever. Seeing it in the flesh is stunning. The sheer power and clarity of the voices knocks your socks off.
And The Kid caught the beginning of 'O Soave...'. Left the room in tears after 30 seconds. Bingo!