I say Tristan und Isolde at San Francisco Opera last night. Fabulous singing, playing, and conducting, but the direction wasn't very good. In the second act you have a half hour of some of the sexiest music ever written, yet there's no passion and minimal desire on the stage. They spend most of their duet in the friend zone. Which means there's not much at stake for our title characters, so the character I wound up caring the most about was King Marke.