I found the first act to be an incredible test of patience. The second act was better, but not by much.
For an artist whose reputation was made on pushing the emotional and physical boundaries of her body, I was disappointed by how safe the whole thing was. And non-revealing.
At the end, I found it outrageously self-indulgent and exemplifying of every cliche criticism of this sort of art.
"...everyone finally shut up, and the audience could enjoy the beginning of the Anatevka Pogram in peace."