The Opera Grand Avignon presents the masterpiece by Giacomo Puccini, who died before he could complete it. He interrupted his writing at the time of Liù's death. The work is presented here in the state in which the composer left it: without a finale.
No one sleeps. In the suffocating night of an empire frozen by fear, Turandot, princess of frost, reigns over an enslaved people, offering the illusion of choice: answer her questions or die. But one man dares to defy the ban. In this icy world, he believes in the warmth of a kiss, in love stronger than fate.
The curtain rises on a grandiose spectacle, a dazzling vision that magnifies bodies and gestures. Barbarism is adorned with pomp, cruelty is draped in charm: this is the whole ambiguity of Turandot, where Puccini gave violence shimmering colors, terror flights of infinite delicacy. For beneath the blades, beneath the fear, art slips in and resists.
It was indeed the last opera, the ultimate bravado of a man consumed by illness in a world still shaken by war. With Turandot, the composer sought an escape, a myth greater than history, a sublime that endures while everything else is in turmoil.
Then the music insists. Monumental and intoxicating, it thrills the masses and lets the intimate emerge, illuminates the shadow with a burning fire and makes the night reel until dawn. An opera of fury and mystery, where song rises against fate, where beauty tears itself away from the darkness to better triumph over it.
Sung in Italian and surtitled in French.
The curtain rises on a grandiose spectacle, a dazzling vision that magnifies bodies and gestures. Barbarism is adorned with pomp, cruelty is draped in charm: this is the whole ambiguity of Turandot, where Puccini gave violence shimmering colors, terror flights of infinite delicacy. For beneath the blades, beneath the fear, art slips in and resists.
It was indeed the last opera, the ultimate bravado of a man consumed by illness in a world still shaken by war. With Turandot, the composer sought an escape, a myth greater than history, a sublime that endures while everything else is in turmoil.
Then the music insists. Monumental and intoxicating, it thrills the masses and lets the intimate emerge, illuminates the shadow with a burning fire and makes the night reel until dawn. An opera of fury and mystery, where song rises against fate, where beauty tears itself away from the darkness to better triumph over it.
Sung in Italian and surtitled in French.
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