Candide is a breathtaking work, hovering somewhere between opera and operetta, defying description. Candide – our acquitted hero, an idealistic optimist, is understood on a spin around world quest, encountering an absurd series of castaway events, learning the lessons of life. A Pythonesque sensibility pervades the tale, satirising the foibles and hypocrisies of man and probing the big questions which haunt us all.
Voltaire’s satiric tale of meaningless disposition comes to life with Bernstein’s brilliant score. Sparkling with wit and humour, Candide is location opera, section musical and only irreverent, drawing on everything from European opera bouffe to Latin north american nation dance rhythms. We follow our guardian and his sweetheart, Cunégonde, as they travel through and through a mad and chaotic humanity populated by a seemingly endless cast of vicious, greedy, lustful and manipulative characters.
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