You are my only reason for breathing
The first in a (really very) occasional series of opera reviews... I have actually already started watched an opera (Cosi Fan Tutti) with a view to reviewing it and I was actually quite enjoying it, but then I got distracted by something shiny and have yet to come back to it. So why would I randomly pick an opera which was on BBC2 last night (apart from, you know, generally being pretty random). Well, it's La Voix Humaine by Francis Poulenc - which, if you've been paying attention (and I'm sure you have been), you'll know was based on the play of the same name by Jean Cocteau which me and the lovely Mrs Reed went and saw recently with Ruth Wilson in. And, even better, it was less than hour long (and included seven minutes at the beginning where they have a good old chat about it). And well, at the most basic level, it's pretty much the same as the play - one woman wandering around her apartment chatting away on the phone, except that in this case most of the chat...