Someone made an opera out of The Fly? And not just any version of The Fly but the Cronenberg version --- you know, David "never-met-an-object-that-couldn't-be-transformed-into-an-analogue-of-a-body-part-and-then-push-you-to-the-limits-of-disgust" Cronenberg. Existenz Cronenberg. (ok, my experience of that movie is deeply colored by the fact that one roommate was watching it early one Saturday morning and the other roommate came out with an enormous hangover right at a pivotally disgusting scene and just lost it all over the living room, but still.) Opera, huh.
It's playing down in LA, I see. And then they made an Amy Tan novel into an opera that's playing in San Francisco. And another opera is coming out based on Oppenheimer and the Manhattan Project and that's coming out to CA soon too. What the hell is up with turning to opera at this moment? Why is it the go-to venue for thinking through contemporary things right now? And why do I feel the sudden urge to actually go watch all these operas ---- a need to catch them while they're still new and here? What the hell is going on with that?
PS --- what if Cronenberg were to direct a version of Grad School, the Musical? I shudder to think. Well, I alternate between being fascinated and shuddering. But mostly shuddering.