Vivats pour la Mamma The production takes us behind the scenes in a surprising light. A day that will decomplex for a long time the neophytes who would feel somewhat crushed by the weight of the golden paneling of lyrical art. . . . Nothing here is quiet, luxurious and voluptuous. Everything is crazy, shoddy and catastrophic. This outraged desacralization, coupled with a delirious mise en abyme, fortunately does not prevent the magnificence of the interpretations and orchestration.

Opera and comedy. And what a comedy! Decorative chords. For a buffoonery to have a certain depth, the decoration must not lack depth either. With Viva La Mamma we are served, and largely: For the first act, the rehearsal of Romolo and Ersilia" the stage is transformed into a warehouse for new products (lack of theater, renovation) with all that this implies: wobbly crates, scrap metal wardrobes, plastic curtains, immaculate tiles and cold meat quarters.