Opera is now officially dead, kids.
And no, I don’t mean OPRAH. I mean actual opera. Like with the fat chicks singing.
Why do I pronounce the great classical medium dead? Well, that’s an easy one. Because someone’s decided to make an opera out of Anna Nicole Smith’s life.
Read that sentence a couple times. If you’re not amazed–if you’re not convinced I’m lying–then maybe you’ll want to read on. Richard Thomas, the same guy that brought us the opera about Jerry Springer, is currently writing said opera, which will first appear at London’s Royal Opera House in 2011. It will be a production that, in the words of the Royal Opera House’s spokesfolk, will examine “human frailty” and compares to something German called Zeit-oper, or Donizetti’s Lucia di Lammermoor.
The worst part about this is that they’re all dead serious. What’s next? Caylee Anthony? Freaking Octo-Mom? I truly can’t believe this exists.
And they keep telling me that video games are going to rot my brain.
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