A Danish company's take on the Orpheus legend is so much smoke and shimmers

Scenic mishaps almost overshadow the lyrical action in the Kirov’s Kitezh; The Demon returns; a masterful Eugene Onegin.

It would be churlish to suggest that Plácido Domingo, after a spectacular career studded with accomplishment, is doing middling work these days. Wouldn't it?

At City Opera,"The Mother of Us All" becomes more than just Americans on parade; maybe Mozart knew what he was doing in "La Clemenza di Tito."

A high-octane concert version of Stephen Sondheim's Grand Guignol epic "Sweeney Todd" revives an old debate about opera versus musical theater.

The much-swooned-over Aprile Millo swoons a bit too much herself in La Gioconda; rediscovering Rossini’s Ermione.

Casino Paradise is like a trip to the blackjack tables: bright and entertaining, but at its heart a losing proposition.

The Met’s revival of Verdi’s I Vespri Siciliani is a true period piece.