Do you know the story of Samson and Delilah? Samson's this really strong guy, 12th judge of the Israelites. He killed 1000 Philistines in one fight - the Brave Little Tailor can't beat that, ne? Anyway, he's in love with this chick Delilah, who hates him but tricks him into telling her the secret of his strength through seducing him. Eeew. He is captured by the Philistines, and they have a big party where he's chained to these two pillars in the center of their temple. He prays to God for the strength to bring down this rat's nest of evil, and he momentarily regains his strength, pulls on the chains, and pulls the entire temple down on the Philistines, killing them all. Suicide and just murder. Woo-hoo.
Anyway, the opera is divided into three acts: The Revolution (wherein Samson leads the Israelites to revolt against the Phillistines who hold them prisoner); The Seduction (Delilah sings to Samson again and again about how much she loves him, how much she misses him, how he should trust her, blah blah blah. It's so blatant, and he still believes her. What a moron.); and The Celebration (The Phillistines are celebrating their conquering of Samson and having a giant orgy - the party's so great it brings the house down. **rim shot, please!**) I fell asleep during Delilah's seduction (I'm sorry, but it was boring. I don't like the way a mezzo-soprano voice sounds, and it put me right to sleep) and Samson's Return of Her Love (I hate tenors. They're so full of themselves! The opera tenors, anyway.) I woke up in time for intermission, so I got to eat a really expensive chocolate bundt cake. (That was the best part, even though it was very dry.) The finale I liked, because there were ballet dancers in it. Yeah. Notice how I'm avoiding all little details.
Seriously, though, that particular production would not have been worth the $135 ticket cost if I wasn't so easily impressed by the strobe lights. Strobe lights would flash like mad whenever something bad was happening - and I love strobe lights. So the whole time the temple was collapsing, strobe lights flashed and flashed and flashed. Woo-hoo.
You know what was obnoxious? The singers kept bowing again and again and again. There must've been upwards of five different curtain calls - it was really funny, because the Orchestra high-tailed it the minute they were done playing, and everyone was watching them evacuate instead of watching the singers bow. Ha ha.