Almost every frame is a painting, beautiful and serene. There is a tender young love triangle. All of this, along with a lush string-heavy score stands in horrifying contrast to hopless, dreadful fate of the three leading characters, and their desparate wish to believe that it might be postponed.
Yet they undertake their roles with a fatalistic acceptance, never wishing to deviate from the rules of the hideous game into which they've been thrust. They are a product of careful traing, and have a passivity reminiscent of the protagenist of the Japanese classic Woman in the Dunes.
They are bred to serve others with that last full measure of devotion. How, unfolds painfully slowly as it should.
They live in a fantasy world where ends justify means. Are we them or are we their beneficiaries. If you are not moved, you have no heart. If you are not perplexed you have no brain. See it!
It just doesn't get any better than this! The final trio made chills run up my spine. The casting was as close to perfect as I can imagine and their ensemble was breathtaking. The best opera production I've ever experienced live or on screen! I'll see the encore screening if I can and regret that the final live performance is this Friday when I can't get to NYC to see it.