A sharp-eyed audience member tells me that Robert Lepage’s new Siegfried set froze dead yesterday in the transition to the final scene.
Deborah Voigt came on, saw nothing was moving, so she lay down and played the entire finale from the apron of the stage.
Fortunately, it was not a first night so no-one of any social significance witnessed the embarrassment.
Still, the Met has spent millions on this multi-planked production. It ought to work. Why doesn’t it?