So I have student season tickets to the Utah Opera and this evening I had the pleasure of going to see Le Nozze di Figaro (by W. A. Mozart).
It is one of Mozart's most acclaimed Operas and one of the funniest out there. Basic story plot: Figaro and Sussana are the servants of a rather frisky Count and a heart broken Countess. The two young lovers are looking to get married, but the Count wants to get in Sussana's skirt. So Figaro, Sussana, and the Countess come up with a plot of revenge to teach the Count a lesson. In the meantime this older lady named Marcellina has the hots for Figaro and she wants to marry him. So she and this guy named Antonio attempt to use an old loan to trick Figaro into marrying this expired broad.
Time comes for the marriage of Figaro and Sussana. Marcellina comes in and breaks the whole thing up claiming that Figaro owes her one hell of a loan, and if he cannot pay... then they must wed. Figaro, being a poor servant, cannot pay. In a short paraphrased dialogue, the following conversation occurs:
Figaro: Hellz no. I'm not marrying this hag!
Count: well you can't marry Sussana because I want to do her, I mean... you don't even know your parents!
Figaro: Oh common, that's a low blow. I've been looking for them for years! I know i'm from some rich cats, i've still got some stuff that proves my noble heritage!
Marcellina: What's this?
Figaro: Yeah, I was kidnapped.
Marcellina & Antonio: Kidnapped?! *exchange glances*
Figaro: Yes, from outside a castle. And i'm just going to randomly insert a fact about a birthmark i have on my arm!
Marcellina: Your RIGHT arm?!
Figaro: Why yes, how'd you know that?!
Marcellina: Oh my god it's Raphaellio!!!
Antonio & Figaro: Raphaellio?!
Marcellina: Figaro... I am your mother!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *gasps spread through the company while roars of laughter come from the audience*
Figaro: Mother! *they embrace as Antonio tries to slip away*
Marcellina: And this is your father, Antonio! Look Antonio, the fruits of our one night stand!
Antonio: Shit.
Figaro: Daddy!!!!!!! *awkward handshake/embrace*
And everyone forgets that Marcellina was in love with her own son for who knows how long. And everyone is happy-go-lucky while the Count gets screwed over by the end of Act IV. It is beautiful. *butterflies fluffy cloads rainbows*
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