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December 9, 2002

Suddenly, there’s color in a gray, gray world. To experience the opening moments of Baz Luhrmann’s rapturous reimaging of "La Bohème," Puccini’s classic opera of love in a garret, is to feel a bit like Judy Garland’s Dorothy when she stepped out of her drab Kansas farmhouse and into the land of Oz. For what first meets the eye from the exposed stage of the Broadway Theater, where "La Bohème" opened last night like a cascade of fireworks, is a cool industrial still life of machinery draped in sheets. The palette is of muted blacks and whites, a cheerless echo of the sooty, snowy streets of Manhattan outside.

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