Any Opera buff will tell you Rigolleto is a classic, perfect just the way it is. Try telling that to the latest production at The Met. Set in golden-era Rat-Pack Veof gas with a period-apprpriate translation this rework seems bizarre until you consider the machismo of the show and the misogyny of the setting. Is Verdi turning in his grave or rolling the dice alongside our leisure-suited crooners? Find out in our full review.