The opera astronauts strike again!
Apr. 8th, 2017 07:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nineveh_ukOr in this case, cosmonauts.*
Why? I really don't get it. There you are, a middle-aged Russian General singing about how your life has been transformed by your new wife, whom you adore, but instead of listening with rapt attention and anguished grief at the one who got away** Bo Skovhus is, quite understandably, staring at the random cosmonaut mannequins on the revolving stage. Given the random ballet dancers, people with sickles and red T-shirts, and vaguely Empire line clad women who are presumably meant to be in a Tolstoy novel, I think that they are meant to be some sort of representatives of Russian culture, but why?
Anyway, it is here:
*Rants about random opera astronauts of the past are here.
**Or rather, the one he didn't care about until she was with someone else, which appears to be the story of Onegin's love life.
Why? I really don't get it. There you are, a middle-aged Russian General singing about how your life has been transformed by your new wife, whom you adore, but instead of listening with rapt attention and anguished grief at the one who got away** Bo Skovhus is, quite understandably, staring at the random cosmonaut mannequins on the revolving stage. Given the random ballet dancers, people with sickles and red T-shirts, and vaguely Empire line clad women who are presumably meant to be in a Tolstoy novel, I think that they are meant to be some sort of representatives of Russian culture, but why?
Anyway, it is here:
*Rants about random opera astronauts of the past are here.
**Or rather, the one he didn't care about until she was with someone else, which appears to be the story of Onegin's love life.
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Date: 2017-04-09 04:40 pm (UTC)Black sheet/curtain lining with a hole in if for your head?