I've been mesmerized by this series of clips from a Roberto di Simone's "La Gatta Cenerentola" (a Napoletana version of "Cinderella") production this weekend. I love the Mediterranean voice, the elaborate costumes and the set, I even love the dances.
Who knew doing the laundry could be so melancholic?
Or exciting?
I have no idea where this fits in, though it is about a suicide!
I love the dance, and I don't often pay attention to dances; the musical composition is closer to what I associate with Italian opera.
Or the way the head cover dances like birds.
And the monotony of the rosary; this one puts me right back into my uncle's house next door, or Classroom 207, staying behind for the obligatory religious studies for all us baptized Catholics in school - about 5 out of 130 girls in each year. We never had this much "noise".
Nor broke into merry singing!
Huh?
I cannot get over the visual beauty of this scene - so very Italian!
Not sure what's happening here.
The conclusion of the play.
And yes, there is heaps more on YouTube.
di Simone's "La Gatta Cenerentola" in Italian Wiki
di Simone based his production on the story by Giambattista Basile in English Wiki
Canzone Napoletana in English Wiki
Unfortunately, I understand there is no DVD of this production available. Thank you for your help, Doni.
2 comments:
Meg, thanks for posting these. I would never search out Italian opera videos. But watching these has been wonderful. Many years ago I had the thrill of watching "Carmina Burana" (by Carl Orff who may or may not have had Nazi leanings) performed by the San Antonio Opera. Wow. Loved it. Thanks again. I may have to wake up my sleeping intellect and make it go seek out something more edifying than a cat that slides into boxes.
Credit where credit is due. I forgot to mention that I first picked it up from Marie (http://www.histoires-de-boites-a-couture.fr/blog/) on Facebook. But it is fascinating, and it as fascinating all weekend. I'm almost glad I was too sick to go outside and garden during a perfectly beautiful, still, warm Sunday, because my head was totally in Napoli.
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