I just read that the Met has commissioned Philip Glass to write an opera about the final months of Walt Disney’s life, as based on the book The Perfect American, that will open the 2012-2013 season (also Glass’ 75th year).
Does this sour face scream "DISNEY!" to you?
First of all, this is just an incredibly strange culmination. Second of all, I can’t imagine anything more wretched. As a fan of Disney movies and Disney music, despite (and because of) the occasional pornographic splice or sexually suggestive movie cover, I’m terrified at the prospect of Philip Glass even approaching this subject matter.
The original super-phallic cover of Little Mermaid.
I know many people consider him one of the preeminent American composers of our time, but I think his operas are garbage. Everything he writes is recycled and circular. It’s like chinese water torture, or like being on a merry-go-round you can’t get off. It makes me simultaneously sleepy and nauseated. He is going to MANGLE this. I went to the Met’s recent production of Satyagraha, which was supposedly about Ghandi’s life, and I had to leave after one act it was so awful. It was a symphony of dying cats, in round.
The opera that is supposedly about Ghandi's life, Satyagraha.
Glass seems to think he’s perfect for the job, however: “The story of the last days of Walt Disney, American icon and creator of perhaps the most pervasive fantasy world on our planet, is surprisingly gripping and at times disturbing.” I agree, but please, Philip, for the sake of Disney’s memory and legacy, LEAVE IT ALONE!