(Having overcome a certain wont.. previously, to see the mannerisms of the actors/Players as somewhat akin to our local 'Valley Guhls'--for some mannerisms? now seen to have been My judgmental overlay upon their innocent and genuine selves--I here suggest that,

If you Can.. subsume your ‘personal existential Answers’ to unanswerable Questions.
It struck me that, the ease.. with which these sopranos ranged across the sonic registers as-if-effortlessly, is, well Masterful.
Taking the hymns, other derivations of catchy-tunes … for these Longest-nights-of-the-year: these able violinists-while-prancing-about! well.. even this testy curmudgeon must admit that:
the entire production is scintillating (even if helped along by the requisite vodka+real-squeezed OJ chaser) and is recommended by moi.

It's an especially (also affordably Bitchin) means of banishing all thoughts of the coming Drumpfh meta-Disaster via these polished individual self-expressions:
which any of us can take in, almost reverently (!) without massive Mammonish cost-overruns.

Bon {musical} appetít, mon freres.

(Have to add: believe that *Amelita Galli-Curci Herself.. would applaud sincerely the high-C effortlessness of one passage!) Thus a note for those who Must see every such effort as some sort of perpetual ..Contest?
This judgment of a certain virtuosity (?) is verified by responses, not only of a cat with good ears, but a homo-sap female with verifiable audio-acuity and some musical chops/also in attendance.

* perhaps the very Definition of, 'the Perfect coloratura soprano'

Ergo:
Send some $$$ to PBS! as surely shall be amongst the few who retain a semblance of Human civility … amidst the Brown-Shirt miasma about to descend. upon. us all, during
..more broadcast-BS Than You Can Shake a Stick At.

Y'know?