La Boheme

Cory Weaver/Metropolitan Opera

Cecil B. De Mille at the Met

What a spectacular "La Bohème" at the Met tonight, like Cecil B. De Mille, with intimacy. The
eighty German tourists sitting in the cheap seats, as was I, will remember nothing about it except the rowdy argument they had in German, from the prelude in the garret to the final curtain on Mimi’s rosy corpse. I think that must be what they do at the opera in Germany. Their complete indifference to the performance was probably sophisticated. It reminded me of that bit in "Amadeus" when Mozart is at the vaudeville watching the rowdy parodies of his own music, and he conceives the idea of writing "The Magic Flute." Anyway it didn’t really matter. It was marvelous.