Another over-rehearsed ripping up of score, bel canto, diatonic harmony, bourgeois manners, expectations and mores.
Holy Terror? Exuberant and brave and subversive? Political correctness subverted? Screech therapist? Traumatised puppet? Tedious avant garde bore? Sinister social and sexual predator writ, spoken, sung and squawked large? Rome-burning fiddler?
And that’s just the composer and his obedient trustees.
As for the soprano…
Who can she speak for, who can use her voice, who could use her clothes?