(Ben Brantley’s article appeared in The New York Times, 10/5; video from the Wilson production at the Spoleto Festival, 2008.)
And some like it cold.
I mean as cold as a body on a mortuary table. The first real chill of autumn hit New York with the arrival of Robert Wilson’s frost-bitten interpretation of Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weill’s “Threepenny Opera,” which opened on Tuesday night at the Howard Gilman Opera House of the Brooklyn Academy of Music.
Halloween may be the official date on which corpses are said to rise from their graves to taunt and terrorize the living. But the cadaverous members of the Berliner Ensemble who inhabit Mr. Wilson’s production, which runs through Saturday, decided not to wait to throw their own special Walpurgisnacht.