Past Production Reviews
13They even manage somewhat to navigate the impossible scene in Act 2 when all three main characters are in bed together, Isolier dressed up as Adèle, the deceived Count Ory passionately embracing him, Adèle hiding in Isolier’s arms. The scene is not exactly believable, but it’s pretty funny. Rossini recycled most of Il viaggio a Reims’ music for this farce, adding an unusually short and unimpressive overture, a couple of charming duets, and a sensational trio for the three-in-the-bed scene. It is astonishing how Rossini manages to write spectacular music for the silliest of situations. This scene (worthy of panto) requires the whole toolbox of an experienced singer: legato, precision, control, coloratura, perfect intonation and (most of all) elegance. How you sing with elegance when you are pretending to be in bed with all the wrong people and everybody is guffawing in the audience is beyond me, but the trio of principals in Zurich did precisely that, and it was great.
Der wollüstige Graf Ory will von der kriegsbedingten Abwesenheit vieler Ehemänner im Land profitieren, verkleidet sich als Eremit und als Nonne, um sich so an die Frauen, welche ein Keuschheitsgelübde abgelegt haben, heranzumachen, wird aber immer wieder enttarnt und muss schliesslich von dannen ziehen, ohne zum Ziel gelangt zu sein.
Les nuances sont également la spécialité de Gianluca Capuano, qui organise un match vertueux entre les graves et les aigus de l’Orchestra La Scintilla. L’affrontement convoque un arsenal de sons lunaires, volontairement proches du désordre des intrigues amoureuses, où les contretemps ont des allures de contrechants. Le chef s’amuse avec les tempos, fignole sur mesure le fil des grandes phrases. Un son stéréo, des moyens multiples, et la garantie supplémentaire d’une soirée inoubliable !
Musicalement, c’est une réussite. Gianluca Capuano manie remarquablement les tempi sans jamais perdre le contrôle ou céder à un excès d’enthousiasme. L’Orchestre La Scintilla – la formation baroque de l’Opéra de Zurich – offre des couleurs éclatantes et un jeu théâtral : on se situe davantage dans la lignée de Mozart que dans la préfiguration de Verdi. Les « instruments turques » (triangle, chapeau chinois, cymbales, tambour) ressortent particulièrement dans l’ouverture, ce qui imprime d’emblée une dynamique particulière à l’œuvre. Ce n’est pas de la musique orientale qu’on entend dans ces coups de fanfare, mais bien toute l’ironie qui habite l’œuvre de Rossini. Le continuo, tenu au pianoforte par Enrico Maria Cacciari et non, comme on l’entend le plus souvent, au clavecin, offre une trame cohérente et créative, permettant aux airs, moments orchestraux ou récitatifs de se déployer en toute liberté, sans risquer de perturber l’homogénéité de l’œuvre.
How cruel these old comedies are! Don Pasquale, close to the end of Donizetti’s astonishing and tragically truncated career – this was his 64th opera; only two more were to come – is sometimes spoken of as being rather more nuanced than other examples of the genre. But at core it is the quintessential commedia dell’arte story of young love triumphing over authority in the shape of an old man. Or, to put it another way, it presents, for our approval, the spectacle of an old man being punished for attempting to foil the desires of the young.
International opera houses such as Covent Garden need fail-safe productions of works that feature in most seasons, in which multiple casts can be accommodated as unfussily as possible. Now eight years old, and in its fourth reincarnation, Patrice Caurier and Moshe Leiser's staging of Madama Butterfly has, surprisingly perhaps, evolved into one of those dependables. Over the years, much of the kitsch that characterised it when new seems to have been quietly abandoned, although traces remain: the landscape, covered with what looks like pink bubble bath, that replaces the backdrop of Nagasaki when Butterfly makes her first appearance; and the tacky flapping gestures she makes as she dies. But generally the production's straightforwardness and refusal to labour political subtexts has become its strength, and its ability to retain its crispness is shown by this excellent revival, which Caurier and Leiser themselves returned to supervise.
You sometimes hear people describe Don Pasquale as a ‘cruel’ comedy – though they’re often a bit vague as to what they mean. Pin them down and the complaint seems to be that the 70-year-old gentleman who belatedly gets married in the plot is treated cruelly. But Don Pasquale begins the opera by attempting to impose his will upon his nephew’s choice of wife, and disinheriting him when he refuses to comply; any cruelty in the opera starts there. There are undoubtedly tricky moments for director, cast and even the audience to negotiate collectively, most notoriously when during their battle of marital wills in Act III, Norina – Pasquale’s fake bride, whom he has willingly married as part of his scheme to disinherit nephew Ernesto – slaps her elderly husband’s face.
If you want escapist bliss — and who doesn’t right now? — the Royal Opera’s new staging of Donizetti’s comic opera is almost perfect. Almost, because it slightly runs out of steam just before the end. By then, however, I had been richly entertained by Damiano Michieletto’s clever modern-day staging, dazzled by mostly brilliant singing and the scintillating playing of the orchestra under Evelino Pido’s seasoned direction and touched by the acting of a top-notch cast. The latter is most surprising because I thought myself impervious to the “fun” of an opera in which an old man who craves a pretty wife is tricked, bullied and humiliated. Yet his treatment doesn’t feel cruel here. In part that’s because Olga Peretyatko, as the marriage-brokered bride
The Royal Opera House hosts an utterly triumphant revival of Moshe Leiser and Patrice Caurier’s production of Gioachino Rossini and Cesare Sterbini’s classic opera Il barbiere di Siviglia (the barber of Seville to us mere mortals). It is an animatedly dynamic production full of fun, smiles and laughter.With a good choice of eccentric characters, a love match, in which we are invested, all amplified in the excitement of the huge time pressures of the piece, it is little wonder that the entire first half ends up culminating into a monumentally spectacular climax, helped hugely by the most incredible set flourishes from Christian Fenouillat.Vito Priante is glorious as the title role of the barber, Figaro. Both his tone and visual projection are magnificent and his humour and cheek is superb. Javier Camarena makes a glorious debut at the Royal Opera House as the Count, reviving the role he previously sung for the Metropolitan Opera in New York. His voice is almost unearthly, and with a residual power that resonates around the whole hall – it was stunning, stunning work. Daniela Mack again makes her debut at the Royal Opera House and is charming, cheeky and astute in her role of Rosina. It is another transfixing and powerful vocal delivery, made seamlessly and effortlessly by this exceptionally talented young woman.It was a delightful evening of joy, laughter, surprises and so importantly spectacular music and drama. The atmosphere was electric and the orchestra, incredibly conducted by Henrik Nánási was simply perfection. Whether you are a first time opera viewer or a seasoned professional this is not a production to miss. It is a classic done wonderfully and I would question anyone who might say, with sincerity, that they did not enjoy it.
Elizabeth DeShong, making her Royal Opera debut, was a terrific Suzuki, her ripe, plum-toned mezzo fabulously dark in its lowest register. She turned on Carlo Bosi's wheedling marriage-broker with real venom and the Flower Duet with Jaho was beyond sublime.In the minor roles, Yuriy Yurchuk was a stately Yamadori – the prince offering Cio-Cio San a way out – and Jeremy White reprised his splenetic Bonze with vigour.Sir Antonio Pappano conjured miracles from the Covent Garden pit. Even the ROH brass was on its best behaviour in a tingling orchestral account. It's a blessing to have heard, in a single season, the world's two finest Puccini conductors (the other being Riccardo Chailly at La Scala) take the helm for this exquisite score. I fear any remaining tickets for this run (at least with Jaho as Butterfly) will be like gold dust, but Thursday's performance (30th March) is being broadcast live into cinemas if you want to net the greatest performance of the title role I've yet witnessed.
Not for one moment does the opera tire or bore the audience thanks to the dancers’ choreographies and video art projection onto the screen that render the idea of a magical world. However, it was the quality of the singers and orchestra that ensured the success of the performance. First of all, Cecilia Bartoli, in the title roles, gave an intense unforgettable interpretation, her Alcina was touching, needy, her fear of getting old and losing her power and charm was delivered with the hues of her voice as well as the acting. Philippe Jaroussky was a credible undecisive Ruggiero from the beginning when he was under the spell to the end when he finally finds the courage to break the spell. Sandrine Piau was an amazing Morgana, her coloratura was pure and her acting was very apt to the comic role of this character, Kristina Hammarström gave us a really great interpretation of Bradamante in her resolution to free Ruggiero. The rest of the cast was equally fine, including the young Sheen Park of the Vienna Boys Choir in the difficult role of Oberto. The conductor Gianluca Capuano and the orchestra Les Musiciens du Prince-Monaco are specialist of the baroque repertoire and performed the difficult score with minute attention to details. The show was an amazing experience throughout and, except for a few members of the audience who were clearly nostalgic for old baroque productions, it was greatly appreciated.
[...] sang a very successful “Sento da mille furie” in the second act, an aria where he could display coloratura, legato, very high notes, in a great performance.
