The singing was good, the direction was ludicrous. This is exactly what keeps opera goers away. Amalia going to the gallows hill (which has a shiny, alabaster-type of ground with a small herb on it) in a fancy dress with all her jewelry on; Oscar, who should be a teenager with that voice having a mustache and beard; (and if he is a grown-up, why the soprano voice???); the conspirator openly defacing Gustavo's picture in front of Oscar, who is wearing wings off-and-on; What kind of insane asylum was it? and we were, watching it?

I definitely will put the director on the never again watch list.

JI