Just watched a Russian touring production of The Golden Cockerel - the Rimsky-Korsakov opera in its 1914 version for ballet. Saw it in the majestic Coliseum in London on a fine summer evening. I was all set up to enjoy it but found it much darker and memorable than I had imagined. A satire on vanity - how to blow the kingdom in pursuit of self-gratification. The old “eyes bigger than your belly” story with an angry satirical bite. The depiction of the wind picking over the bodies on the battlefield at the start of Act II got me particularly - with the knowledge in retrospect that this version premiered in Paris in the first year of WWI. Let the opera and ballet
professionals judge the artistry of Andris Liepa’s 21st Century production. Me, I loved both the singing and the dancing. It was the last night but his Moscow company is still performing other works for a week or so. Catch one if you can.