During intermission at the Metropolitan Opera House last week, a man badly in need of a breather approached an attendant at an exit. "When," he asked, "will the next orgy begin?" He hardly had time to wait for an answer. The orgy began almost immediately, went on interminably, and inflicted on spectators perhaps the most tasteless evening ever endured at the Met. The occasion was the U.S. premiere of the Bolshoi Ballet's Spartacus, an extravaganza so preposterous it was hard to believe a professional dance company was responsible for it. The story dealt with Rome's slave revolt, as reported by Appian...
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