Speranza
As the general manager of the Metropolitan Opera, Peter Gelb has been on a
campaign to make the house a place for theatrically daring productions with
dramatically compelling casts.
If this means shaking things up and riling
segments of the audience, so be it.
There are new audiences to court, as
Gelb has often asserted.
But right now he may be thinking, “Be careful what
you wish for.”
The Met opened its 2009 season with a new production
of Puccini’s “Tosca” by the adventurous Luc Bondy.
When
Bondy and the production team appeared onstage during curtain calls, the
audience erupted in boos.
If there were cheers among the jeers, they were mostly
drowned out.
True, the reaction of an audience to a new production,
especially when the opera is a staple of the repertory, is only one indicator of
its impact.
The conductor James Levine and the cast, headed by the charismatic
soprano Karita Mattila in the title role and the impassioned tenor Marcelo
Álvarez as her lover Mario Cavaradossi, all received enormous ovations.
Still, the booing, if a little unfair, was understandable.
Bondy’s
high-concept staging featured stark, spare, cold sets and dispensed entirely
with many of the familiar theatrical touches that audiences count on.
Tosca
places no candles by the body of the villain Scarpia after murdering him.
She
did not exactly leap to her death at the end.
Bondy had scoured the work, it
seemed, looking for every pretense to flesh out, literally, the eroticism of the
lovers and the lecherous kinkiness of Scarpia.
Bondy is a substantive
creative artist with a long record of achievement in the theatre and the opera
house.
And the idea of bringing a sacred-cow-skewering
perspective to “Tosca” is fine in principle.
Turning this favourite over to an
avant-garde director represents a bigger risk for the Met than does the company
premiere of Janacek’s bleak “From the House of the Dead,” which comes in
November.
But “Tosca” is one of the bread-and-butter works of any opera
company, and Bondy’s staging replaces Franco Zeffirelli’s 1985 production, a
grandly realistic and thoroughly traditional show that divided critics but by
and large delighted audiences.
There is no reason that the set for Act I,
which takes place in the Church of Sant’Andrea Della Valle in Rome, has to evoke
the actual place or be full of churchly splendour.
Riccardo Peduzzi’s set here has
a disorienting look, with tall brown brick walls and doors to mysterious
alcoves.
When the curtain goes up, Angelotti, the escaped political prisoner (in
a stirring performance by the bass David Pittsinger), throws a rope through a
window and climbs down into the church, as searchlights scan the scene.
A
fair complaint about Zeffirelli’s set, which almost recreated the church,
was that it overwhelmed the singers!
In its starkly modern way, this new set
dwarfs the singers just as much.
And Bondy places crucial moments deep back
on the stage and keeps the lighting oddly dim.
The place looks like the drab
outer courtyard of a church, not the inviting interior.
Bondy seems to
be after mood, intensity and emotion, not logic.
And some of the acting that he
draws from his cast is intricate and involving.
When Mattila enters, her
character certain that Cavaradossi has been dallying with another woman, she
exudes such jealousy and paranoia that her body twitches as she walks.
Bondy probably wanted to rid his “Tosca” of stock clichés, yet his heavy-handed
ideas are just as hackneyed.
Baron Scarpia, the chief of police in Rome, charged
by the royalists and the church with rooting out the republican revolt, was the
baritone George Gagnidze, who, with a leathery but booming voice, has it in him
to be chilling in the role.
And during Act I, for the most part, he effectively
contained Scarpia’s ruthlessness under a guise of aristocratic bearing.
But
all dignity left him at the opening of Act II, which takes place in his
apartment at the Palazzo Farnese, here an eerie room of garish yellows and dingy
browns, with towering walls and huge maps of Italy.
As Bondy presents the
scene, Scarpia is having dinner, or an orgy, really, with three crudely
voluptuous women, invented silent characters.
As he sings his sexual credo,
namely, that conquest of resistant beauties is what turns him on, the three
women paw his chest and stroke his groin.
Are they meant to be hookers?
If so,
that is all wrong.
Sex for hire would be beneath contempt for Puccini’s Scarpia.
It’s too easy.
A director need not be slavishly deferential to a libretto.
But what is so affecting about this opening scene as conceived by Puccini is
that we see the powerful, fearsome Scarpia alone at dinner — “my poor dinner,”
he calls it later — as he plots how to destroy Cavaradossi, a republican rebel,
and conquer Tosca.
Here Bondy turns the twisted, complex Scarpia into a
cartoonish lecher.
Many Puccini lovers and opera purists may feel that Mattila’s cool, gleaming voice is not quite right for the role.
But what soprano
today is a classic Tosca?
Mattila brings shimmering power, incisive attack,
pliant lyricism and emotional honesty to her performance.
Sometimes her sound
turned hard-edged, her sustained tones wobbled, and her top notes splintered,
though in Act III, when she tells Cavaradossi of having stabbed Scarpia to
death, she leapt to a high C of ferocious intensity, then plunged down two
octaves, mimicking the thrust of the knife into the villain’s gut.
Marcello Alvarez looked a little paunchy in his tight-fitting pants and coat, the work of
the costume designer Milena Canonero.
But what mattered was his ardent singing.
Here was a true Puccini tenor, with warm, throbbing, supple phrasing and some
triumphant top notes, including a defiant high A sharp when he sang “Vittoria”
at the news of Napoleon’s victory at the Battle of Marengo.
Levine
conducted with vigor and sensitivity, there at the ready for his cast.
He seemed
immersed in the music, perhaps thinking that no matter what was happening
onstage, he would conduct a first-rate “Tosca.”
Saturday, November 9, 2013
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