Photographed By Ellinor ForjeAbout ten years ago, my cousin and I got into a spat over how to spend a hot post-summer day in New York City. She was set on Shakespeare in the Park, while I was itching to see "Mary Poppins," which was dismissed as "too childish." After a heated debate, we went our separate ways. I headed straight for the Theatre District.
Of course, I saw Poppins, and it was absolutely supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! (Yes, I can both say and spell it.) Still, missing out on one of Shakespeare’s finest comedies live was a tough pill to swallow. That longing for a stage production lingered for years, and it was only last month that I finally got to see an operatic version of the play, "A Midsummer Night’s Dream," at the English National Opera.
It was a visual feast.
Kudos to the creative team for the contemporary color scheme and the sheer magic of the staging. And, of course, a shout-out to the makers of the salted caramel ice cream (Häagen‑Daz) that my sibling and I indulged in during intermission.
That said, as much as I enjoy joyful displays, I have a confession: I’m more of a Shakespeare tragedy kind of girl; "And If you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
Give me the drama, the intrigue, the heartbreak.
That’s my vibe.
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