There’s something to be said for spontaneity. I had resigned myself to not seeing Lully’s opera Atys at BAM this week, when a friend phoned at 10 a.m. yesterday (Sept. 21) and demanded, “Why aren’t we seeing Atys?” A quick call to the BAM box office, a flash of plastic and at 7:30 p.m. we’re sitting pretty in the mezzanine of the Howard Gilman Opera House. An anticipated quiet evening at home became an unexpected visit to the court of Louis XIV. Of course, Atys, the work, is anything but spontaneous. Written and produced for Louis XIV in 1676, it’s as formal and elegant a piece of music and recitative as you are likely to find on any New York stage right now; and at four hours-plus, it’s frankly a bit of a marathon. But hang in there. Under the baton of William Christie, Les Arts Florissants singers and dancers nimbly take off. The sets and costumes are sumptuous. Only the lighting seemed murky at times and unfocused at others. And if I were to quibble with the text, which I won’t, it would only be to remark, as I do whenever I talk about French arts, God bless (or damn) the French for their singular obsession with l’amour, l’amour, l’amour. I first saw Atys when Christie brought this production to BAM in 1989 and again in 1992. The current outing is visually and dramatically a replica of the previous two; only the actors and dancers have necessarily changed. Two performances remain (Friday and Saturday, Sept. 23 and 24, at 7:30 p.m.); both are sold out, but there is always the possibility of cancellations and partial-view seats are available as of this posting. See Atys. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime event that I’ve had the joy of experiencing three times.
