The auditorium is tiny, cluttered and creaky with age. Spectators in the front row run the danger of being skewered by the conductor's baton, and a singer who wants to be heard has to shout down the throat of the tuba. But despite such drawbacks, the audience at Manhattan's Xavier Theater last week saw and heard as fine a revival of Gian-Carlo Menotti's stark Greenwich Village drama. The Saint of Bleecker Street, as the opera is likely to receive. What made the production even more surprising was that not one of the professional performers...
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