Brian L.
Yelp
Saw the Tuesday performance of Farinelli and the King the week after opening night with a $32 general rush ticket I purchased around noon. The box office attendant was pleasant and professional, but there was only one long line for both will call and same-day purchases.
The half hour leading up the show was rather unpleasant for me. The bag and ticket check at the front doors proceeded as expected, and I made my way up four flights of stairs to the Balcony section before confronting the most condescending usher I've ever met while trying to find the men's room. This short-haired, short-tempered woman in glasses assigned to the odd-numbered section of the Balcony barked at me the first time I asked her where the restroom was and then again hollered at me to show her my ticket. (As it turns out, the men's WC is a discreet, inconspicuous two-stall room at the very top of the Balcony section that.)
The Belasco is a beautiful performance venue, with Tiffany lamps, stained glass panels, and a high ceiling like the Stern Auditorium at Carnegie Hall. Seat pitch was sufficient, though I still had to get up to let people pass.
Row B seats in Balcony were very partial view, thanks to the railing and the box seats (whose views were even more obstructed), but I still got to see the most important parts of the stage. The set is pretty sparse: a few pieces of furniture, an doorway upstage, and a center trapdoor.
My favorite parts of the set design were the real candles that dripped wax from the candelabra overhead during the show and Farinelli descending in a harness like a cherub. The orchestra/pit is in the highest level backstage, above the two levels of stage seating.
The show as a whole was generally unengaging, short on story and character development, and apparently designed to showcase only two things: Farinelli (counter-tenor Iestyn Davies) and the King (Mark Rylance), to the detriment of everything else and without either of whom the show would have minimal appeal. Some of the musical numbers are clumsily shoehorned in, without any attempted introduction or transition. The show kind of felt like an episode of Glee: bare bones dialogue and some covers of songs loosely sewn together by a tenuous throughline.
An NYU student in my row and two people in the row in front promptly left at intermission. My primary interest in the show was hearing a counter-tenor perform live, so I stayed for the duration of the entire performance.
I left entertained but emotionally unfulfilled (and a little scarred by the hostile 6-foot female ogre usher in glasses).
Did I enjoy the show? Yes! Mark Rylance fans will probably feel the same way.
Would I see it again? Nope, not even for free.