I have no objection per se with naked women bathing in blood, masturbating to crucifixes or being flagellated by priests in confessional booths, but only if it somehow aids understanding of the story
La Juive, Fromental Halévy's grand opéra, makes a powerful return to Gothenburg, the same city where it received its Swedish première 150 years ago, in Günther Krämer’s stark staging.
