I saw the Met’s new Porgy and Bess a week ago and loved it. This is not to say I found it thrilling or even perfect, but I did find it profoundly satisfying and moving. It was musically beautiful, though not adventurous. It was dramatically coherent, and while the acting would not work on Broadway, I have never seen operatic acting that would. In particular I found it wonderful that they let the libretto stand and speak for itself (as opposed to the semi-recent Broadway production). Doing so brought to the fore the story’s and the characters’ humanity and that it's a story about the intersecting lives of a community, not just a single couple. This production makes it clear how and why Porgy and Bess is an opera, as opposed to a show. It’s not a series of songs; it’s a whole cloth musical piece. It tells a complex story about obsession, fear, addiction, terror, racism, and weakness up against love, acceptance, generosity, loss, strength and hope. It felt to me to be a story for and of our time. It’s a story in which I saw the lives of people I know depicted insightfully and honestly. And by the way, many of the people I think of are white and well-off. This is not Grand Opera. But this is a production that works, I would say, grandly.