Grounded should be grounded
Likely the only time the word "Cinnabon" will be uttered from the Met stage, in an opera that is as saccharine and trite as a cinnabon roll. Composer Jeanine Tesori stumbled upon moments of interest but never held our attention for more than a minute. You'd think an opera about drones and war would elicit music of some novelty if not fractured horror. Instead we got a sweeepingly forgettable melodrama that mezzo-soprano Emily D'Angelo's brilliance could not rescue. The one silver lining of the Met's opening night, D'Angelo is indeed a revelation. Other than that, a sad waste of everyone's couture.
