“Runtime: 205 minutes.” It’s La Bohème. It’s The Met, beamed in live to cinemas around the world. You booked it and now you’re dreading it. How can they get it to 205 minutes? The music doesn’t last more than two hours. Backstage interviews. Maybe Renée Fleming doing the filler. A break in between every Act. You always forget, in the enthusiasm for a live show, that maybe the only place you can watch opera anymore is in bed, with a drink of your choice. Can we call someone up, pay them to take our places? Like the patricians of the American civil war? No. You booked the tickets and now you have to pay the price.