A few notes on Roméo et Juliette at intermission:
* Chatter from patrons at intermission is overwhelmingly positive: “spectacular,” “the best modern updating of an opera I’ve ever seen,” “amazing staging,” “everything feels like it fits perfectly.”
* Where Don Giovanni has the lead eating from a bucket of KFC, Roméo et Juliette has its lead munching on a bag of Burger King. And smoking a cigarette... Also, the nude Polaroids that get scattered across the floor from DG’s trunk of archived conquests at the Memminger have their equivalent at the Gaillard: a life-sized photo of a very busty woman’s nude torso that Mercutio holds in front of his own chest during his famous Queen Mab scene. Boobs and Spoleto: does it get any more highbrow than this?