Lady Macbeth has never been more terrifying or powerful than when Lise Davidsen dreamwalks through a dystopian hall of mirrors. In the room for this, and lucky enough to have orchestra seats close enough to see the actors expressions.
This is a timeless adaptation that is both bloody and bleak. Macbeth's ambivalent ambition is fully voiced through Quinn Kelsey's resonant baritone. Do you feel sympathy for this devil? Even in his full descent to hell, he remains sympathetic.
The witches herky unnatural movements gives the entire production a deep sense of dread. Its phenomenal. This is an opera that envelops you and fills you with the emptiness of Macbeth learning of the death of his wife, and his ambition.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.