The idea of reviving The Wreckers by the militant English feminist could only have come from a US college with money to burn and no sense of what to do with our limited time on earth.
Nothing daunted, our bold Manhattan operaphiles, Elizabeth Frayer & Shawn E Milnes, ventured out to Bard College to witness the restoration of this long-forgotten monstrosity. Elizabeth came away singing the scenery. Shawn was a little harsher:
I had never been to Bard College before last Sunday. Nor had I ever seen the Frank Gehry designed Richard B Fisher Center for Performing Arts there. It looks like a giant cybernetic insect vulva. And I mean that in the best possible way as it added to the experience greatly and strangely felt very apt. A line of tiny people, leaving the sunlight and entering the womb of some gigantic metallic prehistoric HR Giger nightmare half submerged in the earth to view its unborn and developing foetus.
Like some sort of twisted gynecological version of Jurassic Park.
And that is a bit what The Wreckers itself felt like. A not fully developed alien hybrid foetus.
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