This is not exactly Edward II the musical. There's no singing, but music plays a leading role. It is the food of love of the sort that dared not speak its name " and there is excess of it for my taste. The idiom is jazz of the edgy sort fashionable in Paris in the 1950s, reflecting pretty boy Piers Gaveston's exile there, where he has been banished by Edward I for getting too close to his wayward son.read more
SOURCE: The Arts Desk at 12:47AM on September 13, 2011