It's a tectonic shift for the Met, who have historically disdained such self-promotion, correctly reasoning that their subscriber base hasn't left the house since the Cuban Missile Crisis. Peter Gelb wants to change all that, though, taking square marketing aim at, in the Times' words, "younger people who may find opera remote and intimidating." (Actually, the ads are still a little too square. Can't they borrow a cup of shameless sensationalism from the Post? HARA-KIRI FOR SORDID SAILOR'S GORGEOUS GEISHA. You know, something like that.)
I suppose it's good that the Met is finally emerging, blinking and squinting, from their gilded cage. (Although I love the fact that even their advertising campaign has a wealthy patron.) But that's just me.
“Opera will never again be a popular taste, and coaxing masses of young people into highbrow pleasures isn’t easy. The young are not necessarily the hip, and the hip is not necessarily what will sell out a pharaonically large venue.”The twenty-five-cent words of Leon Wieseltier, pontificating at the end of the Times article (hey, for once they buried the trash, and not the lede). Putting aside from his annoying use of hip as a noun (he's probably one of those people who refers to "the gay"), this sentence is still a mess.
Gawker says it best: "Yeah, we want to drop three hundred bucks to sit next to that guy." Worry not, friend—if Leon goes to the Met at all, he sits up in the boxes and leaves in a snit after the first act because he can't stop orating and everyone keeps shushing him. Take my advice: get a walk-up ticket and sneak in a flask of cheap port and some Raisinets. And if you end up next to me, I promise that, if I do use the phrase "pharaonically large", I'll at least try to make it sound like a double entendre.