I 'm sorry, all - I was disappointed. The camerawork did not help – too many closeups of singers’ open mouths – not an attractive look. I understand the director’s need to keep things moving and keep the audience occupied while the da capo arias went on and on, but eventually the disparity between the onstage antics and the music became jarring to me and I started closing my eyes so I could listen to the more striking passages undistracted by mugging, smirking, gaping, hip shaking, twerking, crotch-grabbing…etc. I had an appointment and couldn’t stay for the whole thing, but I wasn’t entirely sorry to leave, especially since I wasn't going to get to hear “Lieto il Tebro increspi l’onda.” I extend my sympathies to Kate Lindsey and my congratulations to Matthew Rose, who rose above what he was asked to do, including a most un-Claudio-like striptease. McVicar seemed to be going for a combination of bedroom farce and political satire, but the former overtook the latter, to the show's detriment.
At the intermission break for which I was present, there was a nice tribute to Mirella Freni and a clip of her singing “Io son l'umile ancella” from “Adriana Lecouvreur” at the 1991 Met Gala. The best singing I heard that day. RIP.
A new recording of Agrippina has just been released by Erato, with DiDonato. Should be good.