A lot of people are tricked into thinking that anything that's almost completely sung through is an opera.
Les Miserables is, and I certainly wouldn't consider that an opera. There are very few modern musicals that I would lump into the opera category (even
The Light in the Piazza); despite quite a bit of dialogue, I'd say that
Marie Christine is musically the closest to opera I've seen on Broadway in recent memory.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
Updated On: 5/16/07 at 09:48 PM