An Octoroon is a production of contrasts. Bright white stage and pitch-dark blackouts. Raucous comedy and stark reality. Black face and white face. Loud rap music and uncomfortable silence. The rights afforded to characters of white skin, and the treatment of all others.
This performance is entertaining and delightful from the first instance of walking through the door, long before the music starts. From the food and rendezvous setting to the music and melodrama Orpheus is far from a tragic evening.
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Then Mime asks, What is the race which lives on the stage? And Wotan answers, On the stage live those consummate artists, the singers.
Wonderful. Quite wonderful.