“Dull as Three Oranges” : this will now become one of my patent descriptive phrases after watching Prokofiev’s “The Love for Three Oranges” Sunday evening. Good sets, singers, staging, etc. couldn’t save this opera from what it is: boring. The problem is not the story, which is kind of quirky and cute, it is all about pacing, and the pace for this comedy is dreadfully slow, slow, slow. Apart from that, the only memorable bit of music from this work is the famous march. The march returns three or four times throughout the piece, so at least master P knew how to repeat a hit tune when he had one. I am very fond of some of Prokofiev’s instrumental music that I’ve heard, I guess that’s why I was a little bit shocked by this opera which I struggled to stay awake through . . . and I was soooooooo looking forward to seeing it, what a disappointment.