In last night's production of Pelleas et Melisande at the ROH, the members of the court, including Pelleas, were dressed alike in a Pierrot costume. And they walked slowly, almost like puppets. Meanwhile, Melisande wore a long red dress, and the tresses of her hair fell upon her back. It wasn't hard to compare the stiffness of the court with the free movement of the young woman, a young woman who, when first met, was looking in a pool for a crown, who spoke nothing of her story and of whom her husband, six months, after marriage, knew as little then as he knew when first he met her. One feature of the production.
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The staging fitted the music. The white of purity and red of death.
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