Sequels are just never as good but I'll admit I'm curious...
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THEY NEVER FOUND THE BODY...
Or Scarpia wasn't quite dead, which she'd have noticed if she'd bothered to put those damn candles where they're supposed to go.
Grrg: well, a certain kind of opera fan seems fond of pointing out that if you jumped from the specified place, you would not in fact land in the Tiber, but on firm ground, making the body fairly difficult to misplace.
Stewball: let's direct a production where she BEATS HIM TO DEATH WITH THE DAMN CANDLESTICK. Can we? I'm mostly curious how the Habitually Offended would take it. At least they'd have their candlestick back.
Well at Caracalla this year she did him in first with a well aimed Crucifix to the family jewels followed by brandishing the damn thing at him like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Then she grabbed the laisse-passe from the dinner table - that she had been laying on for Vissi d'arte and made her exit through the audience to a great round of applause. I didn't stay to see the live sheep at the beginning of the Act 3.
Also, we will cast Mrs. White as the candlestick-wielding Tosca. I think "Io quella laaaaama!" = "I hated him SO much." and "Fiamme giù il lato del mio fronte." can probably be worked in there too.
Oh Stewball, no fair! You know I get giddily uncritical at the mention of those words...I mean, bad enough that the death of Scarpia sounds rather ad libbish, such that it really wouldn't be so naughty to slip in a few extra words. But now I'm going to be hearing it everywhere. I mean who could object to Madame Borodina singing "De la haine, l'ardante flamme à côté de me face"?
Will.y.m: don't let's encourage a vampire-themed Tosca. I am all for shaking it up but this vampire craze I begin to find fatiguing!
But what's not to love about Vampire Tosca? She leaps off the parapet, turns into a bat and flies away. Or sings her last line as the sun rises, then crumbles into dust. Plus, we've had Zombie Tosca, so fair's fair.
Also:
"Starke Scheite, schichtet mir dort
am Rande des Rheins zuhauf!
Hoch und hell lodre die Glut,
das die Seite meines Gesichtes verbraucht."
oh you guys
me i think the book was much better
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