Lo streaming, questo mezzo meraviglioso, che consente di raggiungere il mondo in tempo pressoché reale, seguito da milioni di persone on line, permette di diffondere ciò che si creda meglio…Thus the work now is broadcasting streaming live, also from Italy, often. So be it! Marvel a first direct by our great theatres…Who would have ever hoped for, even just a few years ago? Who you lose an event?
Thus our customary three spectators, the fussy, the patient and good mouth, always ready to use any means possible to appease their hunger of music tonight are preparing to attend the masterpiece "Sofronide and P.s." Italian genius Aleandro Cozzi, streamed from the Gran Teatro Massimo Opera Sopramonte di Sotto, Italy (uk-I), which heralded for weeks by any means such transmission and mounted the most sophisticated means to spread free to the world their latest production with screaming singers (!), 18-year-old Director International Revelation and everything in its place, as befits today at a theater with a great tradition in the homeland of Bel Canto.
Our three spectators, of course, are preparing to watch the show each at home, and every one how is his uniform: the experience focuses on one full day, didn't listen specially anything…It has all come back… is absolutely alone and waits at the gate, with a vague smile on his lips, in the series "we'll feel, I want to see all of it!". That patient was armed with recordings of present perfect and remote, he listened to them all, but, accommodating it is already known to be able to take into account to a certain extent and it is sitting on the couch next to devoted wife and son trying patiently to educate to beauty. To mouth good he sent his wife into the kitchen, he alerted his cousin music lover who knows more about Wikipedia and the friend who studied singing privately by one of the Sopranos second chorus and knows everyone in there and already munching popcorn with them, was sprawled on the couch, football World Cup style : "We also, finally, we stream in Italy! Not just the Met! "
Things to point out, however, that all three have tried desperately to connect from five o'clock in the afternoon at the link much advertised on the web, to be punctually on line at 20:00, given as transmission start time. The picky there is still managed: they are the 19:45 and do not see anything: the smile becomes sneer: "I knew it! Good start! Incompetent! "…The patient, as such, are content with what they will see and can see something: it can go… To mouth good triggered from a week all the more sophisticated connection IP address changed three times in order to feign tuned from Nepal if necessary and now stands there in front of a screen that looks like a postcard: "hopefully hard!"…Meanwhile, something also appears on the screen of the picky: you now! Here they are all three at departure.
It begins with two presenters who should tell the plot at the beginning of each note and comment on the production, referring also to tweets and Facebook messages sent in real time from spectators at home in front of the computer.
You prefer here spread a veil on the comments of the viewer demanding them targeted after they heard no more than two minutes, bringing only his "But where did they take these two?" he muttered between his teeth; Emphasizing rather than patient after five minutes no longer listens to them and went to brush up on the plot of the opera from the book Hall three years before, having wisely aside in anticipation. What good is too busy arguing with his cousin of the "first performance of the Opera in Vienna in 18…but when was it? "in order to realize that he doesn't remember anything about the plot, which the two presenters should in turn, at the very least, brush up before going on the air…
Lo spettatore esigente è un asceta anche nei mezzi tecnologici: possiede due piccole casse stereo anni ’80 ma le considera un bene preziosissimo, perché hanno emesso i suoni registrati più angelici che siano giunti alle sue orecchie e, a mezzo volume, sono a suo dire assolutamente verosimili: non le cambierebbe mai. Il paziente ha fatto montare dal figlio le casse modeste dello stereo di casa, quello di bocca buona possiede ovviamente un impianto da discoteca, ma è costretto a farlo solo sussurrare o i vicini insorgono…but then her friend ricanta soprano parts…
Here comes the Director! The work begins…Too bad it's so dark you can hardly see anything…The viewer of mouth good rule in vain the big screen contrast and brightness that has at home, but can't focus…"However you feel, by… Yes that feels! "…Exactly! Feels so strongly that the viewer who has just stretched ears and hasn't looked at the screen, asks: "But for the first time my speakers are misfiring? Possible? "
No, he's wrong, poor thing: is the master who launches the orchestra use compact Spartan phalanx by breaking the Symphony to the homes of victims like a tsunami screeching and no body nor depth… The only to realize it is the viewer demanding: "But where did they get this guy? Now I want to hear the singers, with this wall front, if this continues…However, as they will have fixed microphones sound engineers? "
And in fact the singers, too, because covered by the orchestra, do not feel! The viewer demanding, without even looking at anything, despairs and vainly rule the tiny volume, washer only means that every plant has to try to listen to something serious, not just the treble screaming chorus: in vain!
The spectator patient launches into an easygoing as Professor: "Son, I want you to know that the work is fully served only to theatre; no technological means, even the most sophisticated, can make them justice. You know, maybe it is not all the fault of conducting, but also adjusting the sound by technicians on site: it's a hard job! " The son distorts the nose and envy your friends who went to dance, pondering an excuse to reach them…
The spectator ninny rejoices: "how well it works the plant! Everything pretty strong! " In fact he feels well as master rammentatore: Max.
Resigned to listening to what passes the convent, the viewer demanding you reside on the living room armchair and enjoy at least lived in vision. But, looking for the first time the image notices that only one camera was placed to take over the entire show, obviously from the Royal box. "But if I'd gone myself, from a side boxes and her cell phone, the recovery would come better!"
With the telephoto lens pointed at most do not get even the medium shot; to close up is not an option: fixed screen. Shell eyes in disbelief: you can't! Besides, the image quality is mediocre, faded, and its little square screen of pc outlet does not see almost anything. Never mind the subtitles, confused, washed out too. Again you do not report your comments…
The Viewer is satisfied patient, good mouth gets angry: "This next generation screen has poor resolution and is not big enough!"
Range…In real time. The viewer demanding is already destroyed: Sofronide, announced to great interpreter cozziana of our times, is inexpressive and has a voice that's all their own, regardless of the quality of the sound; P.s. should be decent but not heard, the other performers are annihilated by poor shooting and the approximate sound, the Director does not exist, the Manager-revelation continues to rage, in the throes of a crisis of hysteria post-adolescent…
"No!" I refuse to listen to the interviews with the Director and performers ammannite between an Act and the other! "exclaims our friend in the living desert; He gets up and goes to prepare an herbal tea to Hawthorn… The patient still be patient, "how boring!"; to mouth good laughs with others of the last flirtation between the Assistant Director and choreographer, consumed in the dressing rooms of the theatre…I mean, nobody listens to the interviews that they do?
The resumption of the work, indeed, to be precise, midway through the second of the five-Act Opera, however, suddenly the viewer demanding freezes the picture on most beautiful soprano cabaletta. The poor little thing turns purple, gets up and closes the streaming page; turn off the pc and is dedicated to matters more uplifting: "enough!"
That patient suffers the same fate a little blocking’ later, but perseveres…Wait a minute, two, five opposite the primadonna struck with his mouth wide open and open arms to the Cadence that precedes the e flat…After a quarter of an hour gets up and grabs the mouse to update the page. In vain the son tries to stop him: the updated page I linked to Gran Teatro Massimo in Sopramonte di Sotto, but had forgotten the live! After a quarter of an hour staring the applause: lost final cabaletta and Act two! Falls destroyed on the sofa: the most anticipated part of the work is gone! But resigned, in accord with their own style, and continues in the vision, encountering in another three or four blocks, but carefully avoiding the refresh the page again…Waits for unlocking: its clear he needs patience, too.
The spectator to mouth good, instead, everything smoothly, although the cabaletta hasn't heard the same and neither are the Act two finale and whatnot, because the spaghetti is ready…
In short, so continuing, at 1 am, while the viewer demanding, already in the arms of Morpheus, dream the edition of 1972 with Caballé, the spectator patient unable to arrive at the end of the show, but after five acts of that kind is left alone: his wife dragged up to the bed and sleeps for two hours, his son ran to the disco with friends. To good mouth, instead, well sated even chatter and gossip, is ecstatic: "All amazing: that transmission! A marvel! It must be some improvements to the House, but it's already fine. That voices, orchestral power! Good, but really good everyone! Long live live streaming also in Italy! ".
Natalia Dantas