Last Saturday Stuart and I went to see Anna Nicole at the
Royal Opera House in London's glitzy Covent Garden.
We absolutely loved it. Outrageous, funny, tragic, bright,
busty, off colour, in bad taste and over-the-top. And that was just the
audience!
Like it's subject matter the show was a riot. Starting from
her humble beginnings we follow Anna Nicole oft-times surreal life from strip
club to plastic surgery, from bumpkin to billionaire, and from court-room to
mortuary. The husbands, the children, the partying, the drugs - it was all up
on stage.
The orchestra played with gusto. The every-present chorus
threw themselves into it. But the night belonged to Eva-Maria Westbroek as
Anna. She was an utter, utter star. You just couldn't take your eyes off her.
Or those tits.
And we were spared little by way of the libretto. Initially
the swear words were spelled out "F.U.C.K." sings Anna followed by
"F.U.C.K.I.N.G" But soon she doesn't spare our blushes and starts
"fucking this" and "fucking that." Her mother then pushes
things even further by dropping in the odd "cunt". And then to top it
off things get rather poetic with a rounded "cuntalicious."
If you don't like opera, or if you do or if you just want to
marvel, gasp and laugh for 2 hours you could do a hell of a lot worse than
shell out £38 for Anna Nicole.
If nothing else for the people watching.
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