I was at the recent London premier at the beautiful ENO Coliseum Opera House (where incidentally, the last time I was there was in 2001 for the 'Vespertine' tour.

), and so it was lovely to be back for this.
Here's my formal review of 'River Of Fundament' though...
Poo,
poo,
gold leaf,
gold leaf boner,
toilet monster buggery,
poo,
fanny,
bum,
sewer,
cow cesarean/sleeping bag,
funeral,
wake,
lovely music,
poo,
DEBBIE HARRY (?!),
boobs,
poo,
space docking,
cars,
festival,
poo,
POO (!),
awesome Chrysler car destruction,
bin-liner arse dispenser,
poo,
gold leaf-lined ambulance,
poo,
Maggie Gyllenhal tit milk,
automated racing car,
poo,
poo,
Jeez Maggie Gyllenhal can't sing,
awesome stomp-dancing all-girl dance troupe,
poo,
giant smelter & lead works sculpture,
fighting mechanics,
poo,
pregnant lesbian porn,
eyeball anus,
double ended funnel-butt mechanic,
poo,
poo,
poo,
under table cabbage loving,
erotic diarrhea,
house boat,
poo,
dry-dock giant sewage ritual,
poo,
dairy chain rimjob,
poo,
midget tossing,
crab-walk dining table pissing lady,
poo,
poo,
raining bison blood,
poo
... 5 hours later... wut?! 0_o
7/10.
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In all seriousness though... while I'm glad I can say I saw this and it was his most polished and cinematically elegant to date (all the poo aside), and most certainly an epic production triumph, it sadly just didn't resonate even half as much as either the Cremaster Cycle or Drawing Restraint 9.
Personally, I blame the decision to narrate it as an opera. At times it was beautifully delivered and really powerful... but at other times it just came off silly. Such is the risk with opera though.
Amazing achievement in terms of scale and production, and it's important that things like this exist. However, it's not so important to
actually need to sit through nearly 6 hours of it on this occasion.