My opera-fanatic friend, whose company I enjoyed at the Met for a performance of Carmen on Monday, sent me a lengthy review the following day – “Pftt!”

Never thought four letters could convey so much. Disappointment; dismissal; frustration. This season’s revival of the excellent Sir Richard Eyre production, first outing in 2009 and set in the era of Franco’s Spain, was chock-full of errors – flawed singing, bizarre casting, strange musical interpretation and flaccid direction. It may pick up over the rest of the season’s run through February. There is work to be done.

Carmen, French mezzo Clémentine Margaine, was in patchy form.