Hm, not a word about Capriccio. I've never felt on top of this opera, and the simulcast didn't change that. Seeing the opera for the first time made me even more aware of the long stretches of orchestral music when the singers have nothing to do. How long can you sit there watching Renée Fleming stroking her hair and caressing her face? I thought the singing was good, but I don't know that it was. I'm out of my league here.