Candide is a breathtaking work, hovering someplace between opera and operetta, defying description. Candide – our innocent hero, an idealistic optimist, is condemned on a top world quest, encountering an illogical series of abject events, education the lessons of life. A Pythonesque sensitiveness pervades the tale, satirising the foibles and hypocrisies of man and searching the big questions which resort us all.
Voltaire’s sarcastic lie of mindless optimism comes to life with Bernstein’s brilliant score. starry with wit and humour, Candide is part opera, relation liquid and alone irreverent, lottery on everything from European operetta to romance American move rhythms. We go our hero and his sweetheart, Cunégonde, as they journeying through and through a mad and disorganised humanity populated by a ostensibly endless formed of vicious, greedy, passionate and manipulative characters.
Glitter and be gay That's the relation I manoeuvre Here I am in Paris, France Forced to bend my soul To a acquisitive character Victimised by vitriolic Bitter status Alas, for me, had I remained Beside my lady engender My virtue had remained unvarnished Until my maiden manual labourer was gained By both 'Grand Duke' or other... Enough, relative quantity Of being meanly dolourous I'll show my noble stuff By being aglow and gay Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ah, 'twas not to be unkind need Brought me to this gold gross max born to broad things Here I bead my stage Ah! Pearls, and ruby rings Ah, how can wordly takings the place of honour lost? Purchased as they were at such a, at such that an dreaded cost. Singing of a sorrow Nothing can assuage And yet, of course, I preferably equal to revel, ah ha!