The sets are nearly all white, filled with pseudo-classical columns and streamline-moderne furniture. The vulgar ostentation of this world reaches a delirious height when Félix winds up performing in a nightclub in Panama: a huge cavernous place continually seething with rowdy sailors, where she wears white satin and performs a maniacally up-tempo act with a wedding theme. Slumped over a table, drunken and disheveled, the ruined de Córdova watches her cavort with an expression of nausea.
Imogen Sara Smith
July 24, 2015