Ugly dumpling Maria Callas lost almost a hundred pounds and transformed herself into a beautiful diva. She ditched her dull husband and hooked up with the dangerous Aristotle Onassis, who then abandoned her. Callas died lonely, a recluse. Someone should write an opera about it.
Terrence McNally’s funny, reverential and wholly engrossing “Master Class” brings us all too briefly into the distinctive orbit of Maria Callas in the twilight of her career, when the soprano called La Divina critiqued young singers before invited audiences of opera students.
Living in the world of Beyonce and Rihanna makes it hard to conjure up an era when the word “diva” was reserved for people of such altitudinous vocal talent and bad manners that only evocations of divinity could do them justice.
Even a dog can’t run away with the show when Roberto Alagna is on stage. As the sweetly silly farmhand in “L’Elisir d’Amore,” now at London’s Royal Opera House, the tenor hogs the limelight with his seductive voice and athletic belly flops.
The Washington Redskins won an appeals court ruling in its 17-year fight over whether trademarks on the National Football League franchise’s name should be canceled due to complaints from American Indians.
The ostensible mystery at the heart of the play “Onassis” concerns a suggestion that shipping magnate Aristotle Onassis paid for the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy . The real mystery, though, is how such a clunky, amateurish piece sailed into London’s West End.