Thursday, October 15, 2009

Peter Grimes, 2009-10-15, SOH

A better Grimes would be hard to find
Reviewed by Peter McCallum

AT THE heart of Britten's Peter Grimes lies a metaphor for the human condition that in part explains its status as one of the enduring modernist operas.

Huddled on a ragged coast, a borough bickers about small pleasures while fed and lashed by a hostile sea. The individual who stands aloof is spiritually ostracised by the community, and defeated by the sea to which he eventually surrenders.

There seemed no reason for Opera Australia to replace its previous production of this work when so many other operas cry out for performances, but Neil Armfield's new production is a triumph for its dramatic focus and superb performances from Stuart Skelton and Susan Gritton.

Singing Grimes, Skelton achieves immaculate control and precision without losing the roughness of character. His voice flashes with power yet achieves a mystical serenity in the sustained high notes of the great aria The Great Bear and the Pleiades with which Grimes interrupts the venal pleasures of the locals in the storm-swept pub.

Skelton shambles, smiles, loses control, flashes with anger and becomes possessed by the vision that destroys him in a performance that could scarcely be bettered. Gritton as Ellen Orford matches this with singing of rich yet deeply human power that achieves transfixing strength while never losing its warmth. Peter Coleman-Wright completes the central trio as a flinty powerful Balstrode whose attempts to mediate eventually admit defeat.

Ralph Myers's set is an authentic re-creation of a community hall that evoked the claustrophobia of small-community pettiness admirably, while the side doors opened evocatively to town and sea. This made the opening chorus seem disbursed, but its sound later, at the front of the stage and in lynching mood, was terrifying.

The conductor, Mark Wigglesworth, matched the care of Armfield's dramatic timing with precision, though in moments like the first Sea Interlude the orchestral sound from the pit lacked intimacy.

Andrew Moran had venal energy as Ned Keene, and Catherine Carby as Auntie, the publican, and her nieces, Lorina Gore and Taryn Fiebig, brought radiant sounds to the trio of Act II.

David Corcoran (the hypocritical Methodist), Richard Anderson (the pompous lawyer), Elizabeth Campbell (the widow addicted to laudanum and crime), Kanen Breen (the rector) and Jud Arthur (the carter), filled out a strong cast of small-minded citizens. Nicholas Bakopoulos-Cooke was as ill-fed a waif as ever graced a Dickensian stage, while Peter Carroll as the poet George Crabbe, drinking, laughing and dancing, watched them fall.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Cosi fan tutte - SOH - 9.22.2009

Fresh delights in old lovers' game

Murray Black | September 22, 2009

Article from: The Australian

FOR all its comic brilliance, Mozart's Cosi fan tutte leaves a nasty aftertaste. The game Don Alfonso plays with the four lovers is amusing yet cruel. And the message that all women are fickle and inconstant is blatantly misogynistic.

But Cosi is also about the getting of wisdom. At the opera's end, Ferrando, Guglielmo, Fiordiligi and Dorabella have learned to appreciate the ambiguities and complexities of life and love.

Sung in English, this new production directed by Jim Sharman focuses on the opera's brighter, wiser side. Sharman's stated aim was to capture its glittering surface and emotional depths. By and large, he has succeeded. Much of this success is thanks to one of the strongest, freshest casts for Opera Australia in recent memory.

There was not a weak moment, frayed line or tremulous quiver within earshot. Nor did the singers' energetic performances lapse into caricature. Sexual and comic intrigue was made vivid without becoming crass.

Pure and agile across her tessitura, soprano Rachelle Durkin was genuinely moving as she grappled with Fiordiligi's emotional confusion.

Sian Pendry's richly coloured, warm-toned singing suited Dorabella's more calculating and seductive nature.

As their beaus, tenor Henry Choo (Ferrando) and baritone Shane Lowrencev (Guglielmo) made a convincing transition from boastful complacency to bitter disillusionment. Choo's secure, attractive top-register singing and Lowrencev's dark-hued, resounding timbre were impressive.

Singing with firm, unadorned clarity, Jose Carbo depicted the world-weary Don Alfonso as essentially good-natured, retaining ironic detachment without cynicism. As Despina, Tiffany Speight displayed astute tonal variety to match her winningly perky characterisation. In the pit, conductor Simon Hewett and the orchestra's fleet tempos, buoyant rhythms, sensitive phrasing and clearly defined textures generated vivacity and warmth.

Taking the opera out of its 18th-century context, Sharman and his production team have created an abstract setting that looks contemporary yet timeless.

White dominates the sets, props and lighting, and Gabriela Tylesova's colourful costumes make a bold impact.

Although the production's freshness and lightness of touch were highly appealing, not everything worked. The video projections, seemingly de rigueur these days, were irritating and the Japanese wedding set-piece didn't make sense. Sharman has said there are several ideas about it. They flew high and wide over this reviewer's head.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Cosi fan tutte - SOH - 9.17.2009

Cosi Fan Tutte

Bride dolls … Tiffany Speight (Despina) with Sian Pendry (Dorabella) and Rachelle Durkin (Fiordiligi) who embody different ideals of the desirable.

Bride dolls … Tiffany Speight (Despina) with Sian Pendry (Dorabella) and Rachelle Durkin (Fiordiligi) who embody different ideals of the desirable. (Photo: Branco Gaica)

Reviewed by Peter McCallum
September 21, 2009

Opera Australia, September 17, 2009

HAD librettist Lorenzo da Ponte written a more coherent ending, Cosi fan tutte might have become a witty satire on the double moral standards that applied to men and women, with a gender-neutral title - ''Everyone is like that'' rather than ''All women are like that''.

But as it is, it is only Despina, the pert servant given to sharp asides with a shrewd nose for hypocrisy who articulates the opinion that since men are rarely faithful, it is foolish for women to be. We are thus left with the unsatisfactory dominant message that women are temperamentally unsuited for constancy and men should get used to it. Thus, the challenge for the modern director is something like the challenge of saying something outrageous at a party and getting away with it. Jim Sharman's new production does this superbly.

Ralph Myers's set is all whites, creams and gauze as though we are watching a performance by bride and groom dolls on the contorted icing of a monstrous cake at a tourist wedding. This brings out the exuberance of Gabriela Tylesova's costumes and magnifies the effect of the colour co-ordinated confetti which the characters throw at each other symbolically.

Against this the four lovers strut and dance like mating birds. Rachelle Durkin (Fiordiligi) and Sian Pendry (Dorabella) embody different ideals of the desirable: Durkin sings with poised, well-sculpted clarity and her voice flashes with admirable precision in rapid passages. Pendry's sound is more complex with hidden colours and her approach to phrasing is rounded rather than linear. In ensembles the first impression was of mismatched voice types but the balance and discipline were sufficiently polished that it became a highly effective alliance of sounds that preserved differences.

Tiffany Speight was delightful as Despina, with a coquettishly colourful voice and a withering eyebrow. Jose Carbo brought a benign, mature vocal and stage presence to Don Alfonso.

As Guglielmo, Shane Lowrencev was particularly effective when faking it, bringing edge and vitality to persona and voice. Henry Choo (Ferrando) was responsible for the evening's most lyric moments and his ability to shape and colour slow arias so as to create a touching musical moment stood out in a production that had the pace and action of a stage play. In this respect, conductor Simon Hewett had good instinct for quick and insistent speeds. Singing the work in Jeremy Sams's deliberately klutzy English translation assisted Sharman's dramatic purpose.

Opera Australia's Mozart productions have been mixed in recent years, and this one deserves to endure.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

I Capuleti - SOH - 13/8/09

I Capuleti E I Montecchi

Reviewed by Peter McCallum
August 13, 2009

Duo … Catherine Carby and Emma Matthews.

ACCORDING to Groves Dictionary, Franz Liszt found Bellini's I Capuleti e i Montecchi ''intolerably old-fashioned". Those who booed at the end of Act 1 of Orpha Phelan's modernised production probably wished it were more so.

Yet Phelan captures more of the original context than they may have realised. Though he was a moderniser in his way, Bellini fell foul of the shift towards realism in theatre and a more symphonic conception in music. Phelan juxtaposes the gentle expressiveness of Bellini's lines with grim, dehumanised realism of modern sectarian violence: a young boy (Alexander Keighley) is taught to shoot an enemy woman before he is held hostage, a knife at his throat.

The assertive disconnection between music and drama thus embodies the love-and-hate dichotomy at the heart of the Romeo and Juliet story.

We have grown to expect that the hate will be portrayed by little more than costumed sword-play, and Phelan's confronting approach was bound to ruffle feathers. For me, the incongruity of setting added an effective edge in places while in others, such as the nightmare sequence in which Giulietta is thrown around like rag doll, the gesture, though ingenious, missed its mark.

The great musical glories were the duets between Emma Matthews (Giulietta) and Catherine Carby (in the "breeches" role of Romeo). Carby combined wonderfully flexible vocal expressiveness with a haughty stage swagger so that her pluck, statuesque carriage and fragility amid the realism of guns and knives created a genuine frisson. Matthews sang with superbly languorous bell canto colour and shape, matching Carby's sound and the lyrical tenor of Henry Choo (who took over the part of Tebaldo at short notice) with equal comeliness. Choo's smooth sound and instinct for melodic shape is natural for this style, and his stage movement was impressive for a last-minute substitution.

Conductor Richard Bonynge had brought the woodwind and horns to the front and elevated the orchestra to bring the sound out of the pit, so that it had brightness and presence, and the players were able to concentrate on focused ensemble discipline and vigour. Stephen Bennett was strong and incisive as Capellio.

Leslie Travers's menacing design was basically a parquet floor progressively torn up by strife. Liszt, in any event, would have loved the singing.

Photos: Branco Gaica






Monday, August 10, 2009

Fidelio, SOH, 10 Aug 2009


OPERA: Beethoven’s Fidelio
BY: Opera Australia
WHERE: Opera House
WHEN: Until August 29

With its openness, warm, clear lighting and Napoleonic garb, Michael Hampe’s production of Fidelio (first staged by Opera Australia in 1992) celebrates fundamental tenets of the Age of Enlightenment: righteous determination rewarded and triumph over political persecution.

Leonore’s unwavering determination to rescue her imprisoned husband, and the spirit of heroism found in Beethoven’s only opera, has been likened to his dogged will to continue composing even after his hearing had deteriorated, making this morality tale all the more inspiring.

Elizabeth Stannard must be praised for her determination, opening Opera Australia’s 2009 revival as Leonore and continuing in performances as first Lisa Gasteen and then Nicole Youl were forced to withdraw (the latter temporarily) due to injury and illness respectively.

Stannard may not have quite the depth of tone one hopes to hear in the title role, nor was her stagecraft entirely fluid, but her rich mezzo was admirable for its warmth and passion throughout.

Her intensity crystallised during the great second-act duet that sees Leonore finally reunited with her beloved Florestan.

Julian Gavin offered the evening’s finest singing and dramatic performance at the beginning of Act Two, though his full, robust tenor certainly doesn’t give the impression of an inmate chained to a dungeon wall, weakened by starvation and lack of sunlight.

Peter Coleman-Wright as Don Pizarro embodied cruelty, corruption and conspiracy, singing with a full-bodied, dark tone well suited to the cloaked villain.

In Marzelline, ill-fated enough to fall in love with Leonore disguised as a man, soprano Lorina Gore embraces her ideal role, both vocally (light and supple) and dramatically. Her playful scenes rejecting the advances of Jaquino are a delight, among the most enjoyable in this production.

Warwick Fyfe’s Don Fernando concludes the opera with great pomp and composure.

Particularly memorable in John Gunter’s beautifully-balanced design is the moving scene in which the chorus of male prisoners is permitted to step into the sunlight after months and years wasting away in cold, dark cells. Here, musically, the strings are luminous and the voices express wonderment and yearning in perfect harmony.

Though the chorus provided superb support throughout, the Australian Opera and Ballet Orchestra was often sloppy under conductor Jonathan Darlington, with a lack of refinement in strings and a well controlled but lacklustre brass sound.

The cast’s strength was in duet and in key solo moments of reflection, but together in trios, quartets and ensemble sections the balance was almost always poorly judged.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Poppea - SOH - Aug 8th, 2009

Sydney Opera House Adventures presents
the Vienna Schauspielhaus production of
Poppea
Director Barrie Kosky
Sung in German with English surtitles
Venue: Drama Theatre, Sydney Opera House
Dates: 6 - 16 August 2009
Duration: 2 hours including one 20 minute interval
Written by Rebecca Whitton
Saturday, 08 August 2009
Poppea | Vienna Schauspielhaus
Auteur theatre director Barrie Kosky has taken The Coronation of Poppea, an early Baroque opera by Monteverdi about the decadence of Nero’s Rome, merged it with songs by Cole Porter from the equally decadent Jazz Age, to create a unique, contemporary music theatre piece that is rich with visceral spectacle, tragedy and humour.

Monteverdi’s plot teems with lust, jealously, ambition, sex, violence and death – perfect material for Kosky who is at his best when dealing with extravagant and grandiose themes. The ambitious harlot, Poppea wants to usurp Ottavia’s role as Nero’s queen to become it herself. Nero (Kyrre Kvam) is happy to oblige. His philosopher, Seneca, advises against it and famously meets his death as a result, and Otavia (Beatrice Frey) is exiled, consigned to sailing the seas for the rest of her life.

Kosky’s mix of explicit sex and violence affects the subconscious as much, or more than the intellect. The power of Poppea is not so much emotional, but visceral. Kosky’s debauched savagery has a cathartic effect.

The music of Cole Porter, interspersed between Monteverdi, works remarkably well. Kosky says that, to him, Monteverdi and Porter share a similar melancholy. He uses the Porter songs to fill a number of roles and cleverly places them so that they comment on the action. Sometimes they alleviate the tension with the good-humoured razzle dazzle of a grotesque cabaret routine and at others they pepper the scenes with irony.

This production shows the virtuosity of Kosky’s unique style – particularly his mastery and knowledge of music. It also shows his consummate skill as a director who has a finely honed ability to keep the audience working. Kosky crafts the tone and pace of each scene so that they are like a series of challenges and treats. There are moments of awe at his spectacular imagery (often highlighted by clever spot lighting and shadow effects, designed by Michael Zerz). There is great relief when moments of beauty arrive, very often following carnality and savagery.

Instead of opera singers, Kosky has assembled actor singers for his cast. All of them are fine voiced, strong performers, particularly the beautiful silky tenor of Martin Niedermair, playing Ottone. Melita Jurisic, prowling the stage in a diaphanous, beaded flapper gown, and singing in a low, captivating growl, is perfectly lascivious, yet strangely distant as Poppea.

Barbara Spitz infuses jaded glamour in the ever present and troublesome God of Love, Amor, playing her like a well-fed brothel madam. Beatrice Frey’s natural comic gifts sometimes overshadowed the tragedy of Ottavia’s lot, but given the style of this production shifts between tragedy and farce, it hardly mattered. Ruth Brauer-Kvam’s Drusilla (the only redeeming character of the evening) gave a dynamic performance, and the most striking of the production.

Whether it is a scene of love, death or threat, Nero remains the sociopath for which he is historically famous. His sado masochistic lovemaking with Poppea is chilling and Seneca’s (Florian Carove) enforced suicide in the bathtub is excruciating, carnal, bloody and hideously compelling.

Poppea
is challenging and theatrically fascinating. It is not deeply affecting like Kosky’s 2008 STC production of Euripides’ Women of Troy (there are images, songs and speeches from that production that are indelibly etched on my memory). But it is an entirely different genre and it is perhaps unfair to compare them. This, after all, is closer to German cabaret than it is a play. Poppea is unsettling, outrageous, playful and satiric as much as it is tragic or epic.

Should you see it? Yes, if you are up for it and are prepared to give yourself over to Kosky’s genius. But if your taste runs more to a well made play or a respectable opera, stay well away.
Pictured above - Melita Jurisic

Friday, July 31, 2009

La Sonnambula, Pacific Opera, July 31, 2009

Terrific Pacific

Terrific Pacific

Eva Kong

Glen St Theatre proved itself more than worthy to carry opera as an artform when the first performance for Pacific Opera was staged on Friday night, July 31.

La Sonnambula (The Sleepwalker) was warmly received by the packed house when it graced the stage for its opening night.

At last, a professional operatic company on the northern beaches presenting an entire season, and looking to make Glen St its new artistic home.

The balance between singers and orchestra was excellent and the vision was clear and intimate, putting the audience right in the action of this provincial Italian hotel in 1963.

The production itself was great with strong performances from tenor Roy Best in the lead as Elvino, soprano Eva Kong as the female lead Amina, and baritone Adrian Tamburini as Count Rodolpho.

The story in a nutshell is that on the eve of nuptuals between Elvino and Amina plans are thrown into chaos when Amina sleepwalks into the Count’s hotel bedroom, lays on his bed, and is discovered by the entire town.

Simple set designs were elegant and effective.

Being able to see the faces of the performers, their expression and personality, added to clarity of this production (subtitles helped here too).

Glen St director Rob Robertson said he always loved ``the buzz’’ which filled the Glen St foyer of particular post-performance opening nights, and that this was one of those occasions.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Fidelio - Sydney Opera House - 30 July 2009

An unexpected triumph
by Sarah Noble
Beethoven: Fidelio
Opera Australia
Sydney Opera House
30 July 2009

Photo: Branco GaicaMost of the hype for Opera Australia's Winter Season has focused on the obvious headliners: Graeme Murphy's splashy new Aida, for instance, and a long run of The Mikado starring homegrown heartthrob Anthony Warlow. Amidst all that buzz one might be forgiven for overlooking or underestimating the company's revival of Beethoven's Fidelio, especially after the withdrawal of star soprano Lisa Gasteen, who was to sing the title role. Yet this Fidelio proves that you don't need a new staging, ubiquitous banner ads or even a superstar diva in the lead to create a hit show.

Gasteen or no Gasteen, the show has more than its share of star power. Julian Gavin is a stupendous Florestan, solemn and clarion-voiced. He tackles Beethoven's fiendish vocal writing with sure-footed power, offering a persuasive portrayal of the downtrodden yet defiant political prisoner. Even better is Peter Coleman-Wright, as a sensationally evil Don Pizarro, his dark baritone laced with venom and murderous intent. His "Ha, welch ein Augenblick!" is especially terrifying: the stuff of particularly compelling nightmares. On opening night Coleman-Wright charmingly carried his villainous act right into his curtain call, answering the crowd's affectionate boos with a suitably melodramatic swirl of his cape.

The greatest triumph of opening night belonged, however, to our Fidelio. Nicole Youl, Gasteen's replacement in the role, having succumbed to a malady of her own, we heard instead rising Australian-Canadian dramatic soprano Elizabeth Stannard. Not only was Stannard making a début in a massively difficult role, she was doing so at extraordinarily short notice, a prior commitment having meant she was unable to join the cast until just the previous day. If she felt herself thrown in at the deep end, it didn't show. Stannard's attentive, if slightly (and understandably) awkward stage presence was impressive given her lack of rehearsal, and she sang with confident, expressive artistry, her facility with the role's challenging runs and wide tessitura easily compensating for a slight lack of heft. It was a significant success by any standards: Stannard's performance would have done her credit even had she been cast in the show from start.

Photo: Branco GaicaStellar singing in this production is not limited to this powerful trio. Lorina Gore is a superlative Marzelline, her sparkling soprano slicing deftly through the densest of Beethoven's orchestration without losing its sweetness. Marzelline could easily come across as silly or saccharine, but Gore imbues her instead with real pluck and a trace of dignity, and her radiant presence stands out in the first act's sublime quartet. Stephen Smith is equally impressive as the smitten porter, Jaquino, matching light, graceful singing to an irresistible stage presence. As a 2009 Young Artist, Smith has succeeded in a number of smallish roles this season, but his excellent Jaquino is easily the best of them. Conal Coad brings his characteristic mix of wit, warmth and sonorous, stylish singing to Rocco, the flawed but goodhearted jailer, while Warwick Fyfe is striking in his brief appearance as Don Fernando, the Minister of State, singing with solid authority and looking eerily like Napoleon. There's a typically strong showing from the chorus as well, particularly its men, who sing with soft, transcendent voice in the opera's justly famous Prisoners' Chorus.

Cathy Dadd directs this revival of Michael Hampe's seventeen year old production with all the vitality of a brand new vision. Hampe's staging and John Gunter's lavish, visually bold sets and costumes are all resolutely traditional, and Dadd's strong instincts ensure that this quality is never synonymous with stuffiness or boredom. Special mention is due also to Nigel Levings's lighting design: his imagination and sensitivity are vital in an opera so concerned with light and darkness.

Conductor Jonathan Darlington's inspired leadership draws out some of the most refined, coherent and simply beautiful playing the AOBO has offered this season, giving appropriate weight to the complexity of Beethoven's orchestral writing without disregarding the singers. Dadd and Darlington are indeed partners in crime, or rather in triumph. As a pair of unifying forces, they draw together all the individually excellent strands of this Fidelio to form a brilliant whole which, however unexpectedly, is one of the company's finest achievements this season.

Text © Sarah Noble
Photos © Branco Gaica

Friday, July 24, 2009

Ariadne auf Naxos - Victorian Opera, 24, July 2009

Victorian Opera presents
Ariadne auf Naxos
by Richard Strauss
Venue: the Arts Centre, Playhouse

Written by Olympia Bowman-Derrick
Friday, 24 July 2009
Ariadne auf Naxos | Victorian OperaWith Strauss’ Ariadne auf Naxos the Victorian Opera Company continues to expose Victorians to the vast range and scope of the extant operatic repertoire.

Ariadne auf Naxos is an opera within an opera, the first act a very wordy prologue to the performance of the opera in the second act.

Two performance troupes, a band of commedia dell’arte and an opera company, are preparing to entertain dinner guests for Major Domo’s party when it is announced, against the composer’s wishes, that the two performances must take place simultaneously to allow time for the fireworks.

The plot has all the drama and commotion you could ever wish for in an opera, but without strong direction from James McCaughey, the wordy prologue was very confusing and hard to follow. The stage seemed cluttered, with everything happening all at once. There needed to be a greater contrast between the reality of the backstage preparations and commotion, and the on-stage dramatic performance in the second act. As the Composer, Jacqueline Dark was the highlight of the prologue, her rich resonant voice cutting through the confusion and commanding attention.

The second act was much more engaging, the overture highlighting the skill of Orchestra Victoria under Richard Gill. The beautiful liquid harmonies of the trio of nymphs (Melanie Adams, Roxane Hislop, Jessica Aszodi) set the tone for much of the second half, the performers much more comfortable and at home within the opera in the opera.

As Ariadne, Elizabeth Stannard’s performance was simple and understated, providing a much-needed respite from the over dramatic caricatures of the prologue. Stannard caressed her phrases and her character with a beautiful lyrical legato. However, as Zerbinetta, Theresa Borg lacked the sass and saucy spirit needed for the commedia coquette. In Zerbinetta’s famous show-stopping aria, Grossmächtige Prinzessin, Borg lacked the technical precision needed for the fiendishly difficult coloratura.

Victorian Opera’s Ariadne auf Naxos is a bold and exciting production which, despite its failings, is a success for its pushing of the boundaries of Victorian operatic performance.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Aida - Sydney Opera House - 23 July 2009

Aida | Opera Australia
Written by Adrienne Gross
Thursday, 23 July 2009
Aida | Opera Australia
Above - Michael Lewis (Amonasro) & Tamara Wilson (Aida) kneel before David Parkin (The King).
Photos - Branco Gaica


Opera Australia
’s production of Aida is like a beautiful porcelain doll: fun to dress up in pretty dresses, but without the ability to talk. The sumptuous costumes, dynamic set design and effective lighting bring zazzle to technically perfect performers, but the acting and character believability was lacking. Overall Giuseppe Verdi’s Aida is one of those operas to see in one’s lifetime, and with this production, you’ll go home impressed with the cleverness - but you probably won’t shed a tear at the end.

Set in the time of the pharaohs, Aida has four acts over three hours and is one of the grandest Italian-language operas to fill stages worldwide since its premiere in 1871. As with any melodrama, there are love triangles, family feuds, warring nations and a tragic heroine woven into plot twists and turns. The first act opens with warrior wannabe Ramadès being granted his wish to lead the Egyptian army against Ethiopia. Meanwhile, the Egyptian princess Amneris pines for Ramadès, and suspects a rival female attention - later confirmed to be her slave, the captive Ethiopian princess, Aida. After winning the battle, the pharaoh promises Ramadès anything he wants. The story continues with betrayal, dilemmas and the tragic finale.

Overall, Aida is a bit like the most un-politically correct dinner party you can have: where sex, politics and religion are spread out on the table as an audience feast. Indeed, the direction by Graeme Murphy gave the effect that we were the gods, watching the humans create a mess of their lives.

And what a mess - imagine you had to choose between the love of your country and your lover. No wonder Verdi littered the songs with such extreme words as ‘let death be their just destination’ and ‘helpless children slain.’ That level of emotion means expectations are high for some tormented stage presence so powerful that the visceral pain of the character should be spilled into voice and physicality. This is the basis of empathy, a bridge between audience and actor, without which one may as well be watching the midday movie with some Tim Tams. Thus, I was a little disappointed at the disconnection been the performers and their roles. There is no doubting the technical skill of the voices - pure and controlled - but the interaction between characters was like individuals who happened to be on stage with someone else. There are many reasons why this lacking in emotional dialogue exists: mis-casting, minimalist direction, even the plot itself.

However, each performer still gave competent individuality to their roles. Amneris, as played by Milijana Nikolic was the standout, embracing the pharaoh’s daughter role with panache; exuding richness, haughtiness and class. Aida (Tamara Wilson) came across as a lost little girl, quivering with indecision at her fate. Dongwon Shin’s Ramadès held himself grandly and hit the long notes without fault. The supporting characters of High Priest (Jud Arthur) and King of Egypt (David Parkin) performed to their roles with sternness, with Michael Lewis popping with verve as the impassioned patriotic King of Ethiopia Amonasro, who wanted to win at any price. Perhaps that embodiment of emotion is what the other characters needed, in the way they walked, stood and gestured.

Between all the main characters were the dancers and the chorus of men and women. The dancers made for delightful jumpstarts, popping around the stage with grace and clever choreography. The chorus was in tune and provided a background humming of either doom or elation as plot required. Some of the stage action though seemed bit unpolished, as movements weren’t quite so in-time and symmetrical as was most likely intended.

If this production of Aida were a film, surely the Oscar would go to creative associate Janet Vernon and the set designer Roger Kirk, the latter also designing the magnificent costumes. Their combined talents transformed the small stage into a spectacular arrangement of simple and effective scene transitions and dynamic movement. The lighting design by Damien Cooper and projection design by The Brothers Gruchy were also outstanding in creating mood and shifting scenes from desert to lush valleys. I won’t spoil the surprises, but I looked forward to each new scene to see what masterful idea they brought into what is already renowned for being a grand-scale opera.

The grandness was also conducted by Sir Richard Armstrong via the tight and technical performance of the Australian Opera and Ballet Orchestra, particularly the brass section. The music of Aida isn’t as widespread in Looney Tunes and advertising as is say, the Barber of Seville, but many people would know the Triumphal March. No wonder it’s used at soccer games to celebrate victory - this was the musical climax, with all the performers arranged on stage pooling their voices together in a shaking tremor of glory. Contrasting to the gusto of machismo was the hum-along delicate Possente Fthà, as sung by the maidens of Amneris’ court.

All of the performers were first rate - but as a whole, the cast was a fizzle without the pop. Aida is worth seeing though for the complete theatrical experience: lavish costumes, clever set design and crafted orchestral performance.


Opera Australia presents
Aida
by Giuseppe Verdi
Venue: Opera Theatre, Sydney Opera House | Bennelong Point, Sydney
Dates: 15 Jul - 15 Sep 2009
Tickets: $93 - $250

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Manon Lescaut - Sydney Opera House - 16 July 2009

A grand and passionate Manon Lescaut
by Sarah Noble
Puccini: Manon Lescaut
Opera Australia
Sydney Opera House
16 July 2009

Photo: Branco GaicaPuccini was not the first composer, nor even the second, to turn the Abbé Prevost's L'histoire du chevalier des Grieux et de Manon Lescaut into an opera. Both Auber and Massenet had already tackled the subject. None of the three adhered too rigidly to the original, which was probably a smart move given the style of its narrative: a sentimental, intermittently moralistic flashback told entirely by the miserable Des Grieux, in which Manon is barely allowed to speak, let alone develop a personality of her own beyond her spectacular selfishness and fatal beauty. Puccini's Manon isn't any more admirable than her literary counterpart, but at least she's three-dimensional.

The role is a fearsome prospect for a soprano, requiring serious vocal stamina and an actress who can play the complicated Manon with enough charisma to remind us that she does indeed have a heart. Cheryl Barker rises powerfully to the challenge, charting Manon's extraordinary journey with a slow burning intensity. The role is heavyish for her forceful but essentially lyric instrument, but Barker's sterling technique, thrilling dynamic range and bright, burnished timbre make any serious difficulty hard to detect. Barker's astute characterisation acknowledges Manon's faults alongside her charms, resisting the urge to make the character more heroic than she is. As vital as Puccini heroines have been to Barker's career, this season marks her début as his Manon. While there's still a tantalising hint of depths still to be plumbed, this is nevertheless already an intelligent and fantastically sung creation.

As her lover Des Grieux, Mexican tenor Jorge Lopez-Yañez isn't so subtly shaded, but he brings an ardent presence to the stage just the same, along with a voice of idiomatic charm, if slightly raspy at the very top. He's especially engaging in the first act, as a briefly carefree student who falls all too quickly for the woman destined to ruin him. His "Donna non vidi mai" is delivered with tremulous joy, and he moves convincingly through the character's subsequent agonies. The chemistry between the lovers doesn't sizzle but they're still a reasonably well matched pair.

Teddy Tahu Rhodes seems a slightly curious choice for Lescaut, Manon's manipulative brother. There's no questioning his charismatic stage presence, and his singing is strong throughout; but Puccini is hardly Rhodes's home repertoire, and the character isn't an ideal temperamental fit either. Rhodes' star power carries him through, but it's hard not to feel he could be more profitably employed elsewhere. More seriously miscast is Richard Alexander as Geronte di Ravoir, the rich and elderly protector to whom Manon succumbs. Alexander sings beautifully, with a firm, mellifluous baritone; but that very voice, and his ridiculous buffo make-up and behaviour, only serve to underline his youth, so that a character who should be genuinely repellent and threatening seems like a commedia dell'arte fool.

Photo: Branco GaicaAmong the supporting cast, tenor Stephen Smith is most impressive, as a lithe and energetic Edmondo. Dominica Matthews's rich contralto is a luxury in the Madrigal Singer's brief appearance, as is tenor Andrew Brunsdon's turn as the Lamplighter. Graeme Macfarlane, master of the effete character role, is ideal in his cameo as Manon's fussy Dancing Master. The chorus is in fine form, with the women especially revelling in the campy possibilities of their roles as French prostitutes.

Conductor Alexander Polianichko leads a sensuous reading of Puccini's score, gaining in splendour as the evening progresses. The gorgeous Intermezzo between Acts Three and Four is vividly realised, but was rather spoilt on opening night by the bangs and crashes emanating from behind the curtain as the set was changed.

Director Gale Edwards' production is just the right kind of traditional, an intelligent, unfussy piece of storytelling, with occasional flourishes of telling unconventionality. Peter J. Davison's sets move from sumptuous realism to slightly more abstract design, with the desert of the final act represented by what is essentially a stripped version of the first act's village scene: a telling reminder of the terrible changes time has wrought since that first meeting. Roger Kirk's extravagant costumes are as striking in their depiction of shabby decay as in the powdered resplendence of Act Two, and Nigel Levings' lighting is skilfully evocative, especially the half darkness of the desert scene.

Puccini's Manon Lescaut isn't flawless, but it was his first major success, and with good reason. Just as Des Grieux, entranced by her beauty, ecstatically forgives Manon's rather serious failings, so the fleeting faults of Puccini's opera are easily overwhelmed by its vitality, its varied palette and the sublime dignity of its conclusion. Manon might not be little or lovable like some of the composer's later heroines, but she's grand, passionate, beautiful and complex, and the fascination she exercises - as Puccini well knew - is timeless.

Text © Sarah Noble
Photos © Branco Gaica




Sunday, July 12, 2009

Fidelio, Conservatorium Theatre - Brisbane, July 12, 2009

Opera Queensland presents
Fidelio
by Ludwig van Beethoven
Director/Designer Marthinus Basson
Conductor Graham Abbott
Venue: Conservatorium Theatre, South Bank

Written by Jason Whittaker
Sunday, 12 July 2009
Fidelio | Opera QueenslandFidelio is a dark, dour work. We are drawn into the murky shadows, squinting almost to make out the politically persecuted left to rot in their underground hell. Florestan is on death row; his executioner, prison governor Don Pizarro, holds a vengeful grudge against the man for exposing his crimes.

But Florestan’s wife Lenore refuses to give up hope. She disguises herself as a male prison guard; as Fidelio she ventures into the darkness to free her beloved and liberate the prisoners. When revolution comes, it is glorious. The darkness subsides for a joyful chorus of powerfully strong voice and heart.

Ludwig van Beethoven was inspired by the feeling of revolution in France in the late 1700s. He gives us a timeless story of heroism against persecution; undying love driving social liberation. It started life as a three-act opera in 1805, but would be refined to two acts over a difficult development. Such a trial was his first opera, indeed, the German maestro never wrote another.

It remains a challenging work for performers and audiences alike. The lyrical litheness demanded of the German libretto is only matched by Beethoven’s painstaking score. To the audience it can produce a wall of sound; competing motivations delicately interwoven. The narrative exposition and darkness in tone of the first act particularly can be tough going for the uninitiated.

But this production is a contemporarily literate work – literally, with three-dimensional letters strewn across the stage spelling out (in English) the feelings of the protagonists. LOVE becomes HOME. RAGE becomes COURAGE. OPRESSION turns to LIBERATION.

Opera Queensland has imported the design and direction of South African Marthinus Basson, who on the limited canvass of the Conservatorium Theatre paints a simple but affective retelling. It is much less grand than the local company’s previous production of La Traviata at the Lyric Theatre, and unashamedly modern (the mixed themes in the costuming, for no apparent reason, does jar), but the concert-style staging allows some world-class performers to shine.

German-born Anke Höppner obviously wraps her tongue around the Deutsch, and her commanding soprano chords convey the heartbreak and resilience of the opera’s namesake. She is on stage for almost the entire performance, restrained by the buttoned-up prison garb and cropped hair but Lenore’s desperation and determination is palpable. With Spaniard Rafael Soler struck down by winter sickness, local tenor Bradley Daley didn’t let down the opening night crowd with a faultless performance as Florestan. He opens the second act with two wonderful arias: Gott! Welch Dunkel Hier (God! What Darkness Here) and In Des Lebens Frühlingstagen (In The Spring Of Life).

Opera Australia veterans Barry Ryan and Richard Anderson make their Queensland debuts as the villainous Don Pizarro and his prison warden Rocco, respectively. As Rocco’s daughter Marzelline, who unfortunately (but comically) falls for the disguised Lenore, Sarah Crane is a treat, while long-time Opera Queensland bass Peter Axford has suitable gravitas as the King’s Minister. The men of the Opera Queensland chorus relish the rousing freedom ode Oh Welche Lust (Oh What A Joy), which along with the finale is a spine-tingling highlight.

The Queensland Orchestra (under Graham Abbott’s baton) sounds magnificent in the symphony-made space of the Conservatorium, in a production that doesn’t thrill like other operas but certainly draws you in with an inspired new design and rich musical experience.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Aida - Sydney Opera House - July 9, 2009

Aida

Tamara Wilson in Graeme Murphy's production of Aida.

Tamara Wilson in Graeme Murphy's production of Aida.
Photo: Tamara Dean

Reviewed by Peter McCallum
July 9, 2009

Opera Australia

Opera House, July 7

PRODUCTIONS of Aida risk falling into a colossal self-parody. Graeme Murphy's deft new creation sidesteps this with grace and humour, reinforcing Verdi's singular musical and dramatic structure rather than capriciously undermining it.

Roger Kirk's design, based on a concept of Murphy's and beautifully lit by Damien Cooper, is a simple sloping stage. In front are two moving strips on which the characters walk without moving their legs, as though cut out of an ancient frieze. Nowhere is this exploited with more charm and impact than in the triumphal march of Act 2 which, sans elephants, is a two-dimensional, subtly animated parade of characters doomed eternally, as in Egyptian art, to stand in profile with elbows crooked.

At the very front, the Nile is a slim lap pool in which monarchs parade, holy people wash and naked lovers frolic. The whole is animated by a vocabulary of Egyptian images, hieroglyphs, eagles, sphinxes and other totems, which are projected, flown in and, most importantly, danced with gloriously imaginative choreography (an apparent collaboration between Murphy and Janet Vernon).

At the end of Act 1 dancers with mythical wings enact the priestess's melismatic lines (evocatively sung by Amy Wilkinson), punctuated between verses by a dazzlingly lit, smooth-toned male chorus so that myth, drama, music and dance reinforce each other in structure, comeliness and significance.

With the subtlety that increasingly characterised his late operas, Verdi introduces the character of Aida in a trio that establishes the dramatic and musical tensions of the principal characters, rather than in a set-piece aria, but that did not prevent Tamara Wilson's voice from asserting its distinctiveness and strength from the start. Dongwon Shin as Radames took a little longer to establish a vocal presence but by Act 3 had overcome an unsettled opening to project with firm persuasive expressiveness.

Similarly, Milijana Nikolic was best in her Act 3 tour-de-force of tragic power, while earlier her vibrato had crazed the surface of the sound as though not quite warmed up.

Jud Arthur was strong and implacable as Ramfis the High Priest, and David Parkin showed there is life after Operatunity with a solid performance as Amneris's father. Michael Lewis sang Amonasro, the fierce Ethiopian king, with flashing eyes, floating hair and focused intensity.

With a strong chorus, large forces, onstage trumpets and plenty of straightforwardly appealing tunes, it is difficult for the score not to have moments of splendour, although conductor Richard Armstrong tended not to highlight or energise textural changes to bring out Verdi's carefully crafted contrast.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Aida - Sydney Opera House - 7 July 2009

A successful if not triumphant Aida
by Sarah Noble
Verdi: Aida
Opera Australia
Sydney Opera House
7 July 2009

Verdi's Aida is an opera which leads a double life. At one (lucrative) level, it's a crowd pleaser par excellence, a favourite choice for arena spectaculars and a boon to directors who relish the chance to put an elephant or two on stage. Beyond the spectacle, however, Aida is also a perceptive examination of personal relationships ruptured by politics: the kind of opera of which Verdi, especially in his late career, was a master.

Opera Australia's new production of Aida highlights this dual nature. Graeme Murphy's staging (realised in sets and costumes by Roger Kirk) presents three dimensional lives against a two dimensional background, an Egypt represented by massive cut-outs and an all-pervasive black/white/gold colour scheme. This bold aesthetic is appealing, but in the first two acts especially, Murphy's deliberate artificiality sometimes bears too close a resemblance to the clumsy décor of an amateur production, thus diffusing the impact of its stylisation. A change comes in the second half, however, as constant movement and fanciful flats give way to a far more focused vision. From cluttered beginnings, a seriously striking Aida now takes shape, culminating in a final act whose visual impact at last matches the deep, dark intensity of its musical and dramatic climax.

Musically, the performance follows a similar trajectory. Sir Richard Armstrong's leadership of the Australian Opera and Ballet Orchestra is robust throughout but troubled initially by balance and tempo issues. As Murphy's staging begins to glow, however, so too does the orchestral sound, which is eventually as awash with gold as the stage. The chorus is switched on from the beginning, a vibrant vocal and visual presence.

Photo: Branco GaicaAmong the four principal singers, only two start as they mean to continue. From her first note to her last, Tamara Wilson's Aida displays a voice of distinctive beauty and apparently effortless power, warm and evenly produced throughout her considerable range. While not a natural actress, she is a sincere and sympathetic heroine. As her father, Amonasro, Michael Lewis is likewise excellent from his first appearance, his commanding voice and presence carrying all the hallmarks of a first rate Verdi baritone. Dongwon Shin copes well with Radames' demanding "Celeste Aida," but not until his third act assignation with Aida does the thrilling power of his voice properly reveal itself. His muscular tenor blends effectively with Wilson's tender soprano in their shimmering final duet. Milijana Nikolic, as a feline Amneris, also takes time to warm up, but her earthy contralto flares up in the final act with a blistering depiction of the princess's inner torment.

Bass David Parkin, who won the ABC TV show Operatunity Oz in 2006, makes his official company début as an imposing King of Egypt, overcoming initial nerves to prove himself once again a basso profundo of serious promise. Jud Arthur brings his characteristic vocal authority to Ramfis, despite occasional throat trouble on opening night. Amy Wilkinson sings well from offstage as the Priestess, although there's not much of the celestial about her voice. Also noteworthy are the virtuosic performances by the company of dancers engaged for this production. Murphy is, after all, first and foremost a choreographer, and dance not surprisingly plays a prominent part in his staging, to mostly successful and occasionally revelatory effect.

Aida is a double edged sword, so it's fitting that this production offers such a collection of dualities, intentional and otherwise. Had it remained at the level of its first two acts, this would be a troubled Aida at best, musical accomplishments notwithstanding. But the marked improvement in the final acts of every aspect of the performance is enough to make it a success, albeit a qualified one. If the first half can be raised to the dynamic level of the second, it might even become a triumph.

Text © Sarah Noble
Photos © Branco Gaica

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Traviata, Lyric Theatre, QPAC - 24 May 2009

Opera Queensland presents
La Traviata
by Giuseppe Verdi
Venue: Lyric Theatre, QPAC
Written by Jason Whittaker
Sunday, 24 May 2009
La Traviata | Opera QueenslandOpera in Italian is like spaghetti and meatballs - the perfect match. La Traviata - Giuseppe Verdi's glorious opera - showcases this with gusto.

They are both so much larger than life, opera and Italians. Gregarious, extravagant, pleasure-seeking; big gestures and bigger voices. Wonderfully life-exaggerating, life-affirming, both.

The curtain opens to reveal a sumptuous Parisian party, but the ambience is infectiously Italian. The vino is flowing and the guests are merry. They sing drinking songs - the famed duet Libiamo ne' lieti calici is instantly recognisable to even opera novices. Be happy / The wine and singing / Beautify both the night and the laughter / Let the new day find us in this paradise.

Violetta Valery - the hedonistic heroine of Verdi's story, or as she will become the ‘fallen women' as the translated title suggests - has returned to the capital after recovering from tuberculosis. She meets a long-time admirer, the sweet-natured Alfredo Germont, who is soon confessing his love. After much hilarious internal debate Violetta will give up her life on the party circuit to settle down with her lover.

But nothing is that simple in opera. Money is tight, the in-laws are overbearing and there are romantic rivals waiting in the wings. There are family obligations, social standards, issues of love and morality. They are ubiquitously timeless themes in all their musically melodramatic glory. We watch Violetta's inevitable fall, inflicted by sickness and heartbreak. We're strangely touched by the genuine pathos. We care about her plight. We examine our own lives and what is important.

Doubt me, if you like. As a less-than-regular opera-goer I may have done the same. But just go and see it. You will be moved by this eternal masterpiece from Verdi and librettist Francesco Maria Piave.

What can you say about a 161-year-old score from one of the true Romantic masters? Only that the Queensland Orchestra, under the assured baton of British conductor Peter Robinson, brings it to life as you might expect. What a treat it is to peer into a crowded orchestra pit and hear this music reverberate around the renovated Lyric Theatre once more.

Russian Elvira Fatykhova has performed the lead role countless times in opera theatres around the world, including in Australia previously, but she is still deeply affecting as Violetta. The voice is as flawless as you might expect, but impressively it is her, largely, that grounds Verdi's soaring score with an emotional integrity and draws the audience closer. This production is also lucky to have accomplished Victorian tenor Adrian Dwyer, who makes his debut as Alfredo but is a charismatic match for the gorgeous soprano.

Special mention, too, must go to veteran Australian performer Douglas McNicol as Giorgio Germont, the father intent on restoring his family's name, and successful Australian export Andrew Collis as Doctor Grenvil. The popular John Bolton Wood, too, is typecast as the pompous protector of Violetta, Baron Douphol. The Queensland Opera chorus, 40-plus-strong, crowds the stage in fine, full voice. World-class stuff.

Elijah Moshinsky designed an original Australian production, which has been updated by emerging young director Julie Edwardson. It looks incredible, from Michael Yeargan's majestic and beautifully decorated sets, Nigel Leving's captivating lighting design that creates three seasons on stage, to Peter J Hall's gorgeous costumes that instantly transport you back to the Paris of 1877. All as grand as Verdi no doubt intended.

How does it stack up as a production, an opera behind only Madama Butterfly and La Boheme as the most performed work in the world? My admission is I'm not qualified to answer. But as a piece of theatre it is exquisite, a luscious treat for the eyes and ears and soul. Bellissimo!