I just sat three rows from a stage where I witnessed a complete production by the Peking Opera (the Chinese entertainment form that essentially spawned kung fu movies). It was indescribable. The costumes were prisms painted on silk. The acting was intense, powerful, moving, and at times overtly funny. The acrobatics were fantastic—rarely has anyone in the movies done better, and these somersaults were performed twenty feet from my head.
The music…well, I could get used to the music, but I was annoyed by its simplicity and lack of melody. Not my kind of music. But it’s amazing to think that that’s my only complaint.