The
first night of Philip Glass and Robert Wilson's five hour not-opera Einstein on the Beach
didn't go entirely to plan – numerous technical cock ups – but it
was still a very impressive spectacle. Not necessarily one I'd repeat
in a hurry, though:
“At
its best, Einstein is hypnotic, with rapidly spinning musical
repetitions that induce a state of semi-delirium and which make us
forget time. At its frequent worst – such as in the aptly named
Trial scenes – it holds all the dramatic and musical appeal of
someone clicking the end of a pen in your ear for a hundred minutes.”
Read
my full review at Classical Source.
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