IN REVIEW: Metropolitan Opera – Un Ballo in Maschera

Un Ballo in Maschera
Giuseppe Verdi
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PRINCIPAL CAST
Conductor: Gianandrea Noseda
Amelia: Michèle Crider
Oscar: Kathleen Kim
Ulrica: Stephanie Blythe
Riccardo: Salvatore Licitra
Renato: Dmitri Hvorostovsky
PRODUCTION TEAM
Production: Piero Faggioni
Set Designer: Piero Faggioni
Costume Designer: Piero Faggioni
Lighting Designer: Piero Faggioni
Stage Director: Laurie Feldman, Laurie Feldman

NEW YORK, NEW YORK – (December 29, 2007) This production of Un Ballo in Maschera was the most uneven performance I have seen at the Metropolitan Opera House this season. The casts two heaviest hitters were not the pieces romantic leads, Dmitri Hvorostovsky as Renato nearly stole the show with his smart and complex portrayal of the roll. I found the singing divine. The Russian Baritone’s “Alla vita che t'arride” was wonderful and his “Eri tu” deservingly received the loudest bravos of the night. One thing I never noticed was Hvorostovosky’s loud breathing. It was obnoxious.

The Russian baritone would have taken the night had it not been for Metropolitan Opera Veteran Stephanie Blythe. Her Ulrica was aggressive but didn’t fall into the insane Verdian cliché of the “Gypsy Mezzos”. This Ulrica was a woman in control of her destiny. The singing was unbelievable. When Blythe’s voice joined with those of her cast mates it was hers which was the largest and most attractive. Her lower register shook the gaudy walls of the Metropolitan Opera House.

The evening was a trio of great performers the last of which was young coloratura Kathleen Kim who’s Oscar was enjoyable, bubbly and generally perfect. I would like to see her again soon.

The opera’s romantic leads were performed by less able singers Michèle Crider and Salvatore Licitra. Neither of the two was awful, but both had moments where they were just that. Crider’s voice is very abrasive at times, this is what makes it special and were the voice slightly bigger she would make a great Aida. When the soprano came on stage the voice was a little too sour for my taste. Later she changed my mind with her perfectly phrased “Morrò, ma prima in grazia”. It was old fashioned in all the best ways.

Licitra was a friendly Riccardo and moved well on stage. He was warm commanding as the King of Sweden and I enjoyed it very much. His singing was less warm, the tenor’s top often sounding strained and tired. In his opening aria, “La rivedrà nell'estasi”, the tenor displayed a lack of security as he sang the final cadence of the piece. Any sort of “Bel Cantoesque” phrase sounded awkward and didn’t flow well. In his middle and on less lyric passages Licitra’s voice was good.

The sets were large and opulent. The color blue dominated the stage. It was sort of what you might expect of Ballo, provided the house doesn’t offer it in that ridicules Boston version. I had seen this production before, in a DVD with Aprile Millo (our Goddess Devine) and at times the blocking was exactly the same. Michèle Crider at one point did a whole aria that was just like that of Millo…not vocally.

Gianandrea Noseda nearly lost control of the orchestra a several times. Had it not been for the trio of great singers the evening would have been a waste.

IN REVIEW: Metropolitan Opera – Hansel and Gretel

Hansel and Gretel
Engelbert Humperdinck

PRINCIPAL CAST:
Conductor: Vladimir Jurowski
Gretel: Christine Schäfer
Hansel: Alice Coote
Gertrude: Rosalind Plowright
The Witch: Philip Langridge
Peter: Alan Held
PRODUCTION TEAM:
Production: Richard Jones
Set & Costume Designer: John Macfarlane
Lighting Designer: Jennifer Tipton
Choreographer: Linda Dobell
English Version: David Pountney

NEW YORK, NEW YORK – (December 29, 2007) The Metropolitan Opera House closed the year with a bang (and a lovely bang too) with a broadcast of Humperdinck’s Hansel and Gretel. This gym of the German Repertoire is neglected in large part. This is because the opera was written for children in large part, and people still believe it’s subject matter to be childish – and in some ways it is – but this doesn’t mean that the opera has nothing to say.

The was some evidence of Peter Gelb (the Great Satan) and his style in this production but for once I found it completely satisfying. Conductor Vladimir Jurowski – Glyndebourne’s Music Director – led the orchestra in the finest playing I’ve ever heard them in. For once the Metropolitan Opera Orchestra had a German sound and his tempo and volume was completely appropriate.

German Soprano Christine Schäfer was difficult to understand in the English version of the opera, but as the performance went on it became unnoticeable. Schäfer’s sweet lyric soprano was perfect for Gretel. She worked perfectly moving about the registers seamlessly with a nearly perfect technique. Her physical portrayal was convincing and she proved herself not just a singing actress, but also a fine comic with her witty performance
Alice Coote’s Hansel was also very fine. Like Schäfer, Coote was a smart actress and provided sufficient charm for the boy. She had the awkwardness of a seven year old child and made me smile as the opera went forward.

The low point of the evening was the Gertrude (Mother) of Rosalind Plowright. The Mezzo had that squawk that some dramatic mezzos have. She proved fine for the part, but I wouldn’t like to hear her as much else. The voice was large and her acting was convincing. Her prayer that her children return was very beautiful.

American Baritone Alan Held’s portrayal of Peter (Father) was the highlight of the evening. He sings a sort monologue about the difficulty of life as a poor man, and he left the crowd wanting more. He was fatherly and kind. Held will appear as the Dutchman in Washington later this season, and it will be worth a trip.

Philip Langridge appeared as the Witch. The role was perfect for him, and it gave him an opportunity to show off his gift as an actor. The voice was large yet brilliant and lyric, it was perfect for parts like this or Loge. The Witch’s part is also very small, and he left us wanting more or wishing that the villain had consumed the children so that we might her another aria about how good they taste.

The set was witty, using large pieces of artwork as a the curtain between acts. In the beginning as the prelude played there was a large empty plate which showed the children’s hunger, later as the children entered the haunted forest the plate was replaced with an awful mouth that was hungry for blood. The device worked well.

The first act took place in a sparse and small room. This was the children’s impoverished home. It is clean but shows sings of disrepair. Hansel and Gretel play games to pass the time rather than doing their charms. Their dancing game has an enchanting duet (which later becomes a hymn of praise and thanksgiving) and the pair performed the scene very well. They break the glass jug of milk, the family’s only source of nourishment and when Mother finds out she sends them away into the woods to pick berries so they will have something to eat. She prays to find a way to free her children.

Father comes home drunk and then shows his wife the huge amount of food he has gotten during the day and telling her the milk was “no loss on a day like this”. He asks where the children are and nearly beats her for sending the children into the woods. He explains that the woods have an awful old woman who likes to eat children living there. The parents are soon off to look for Hansel and Gretel.

The visual highlight of the opera came at the end of the second act after the Sandman puts the children to sleep. Traditionally they are in a wood, but in the Met’s version the siblings found themselves in a large room with wallpaper that looked like the forest. It was very artistic (very Gelb) but worked well. There was a long table. Sandman blesses the children and keeps them safe in the night. The production also broke from tradition by eliminating the angels that often come to protect the children after they say evening prayers in a stunning duet.

In this version there was a long dream sequence where the children are no longer hungry because they are fed by a large group of funny looking chefs and a butler with the head of a fish. It serves to enforce the feeling that the children are very hungry, and you can understand their happiness as the long table is set for a king, and they are able to eat.

In the third act there is no gingerbread house, instead the children are beckoned though the curtain which has become a mouth with it’s tongue sticking out and a cake on the tongue. The children can’t resist the treat and find themselves in the Witch’s industrial kitchen. Gingerbread children can be seen all around and when the audiences catches a peek into the large stainless steel refrigerator they see arms and legs.

The Witch is killed by Hansel and Gretel as they push her into the oven. Her spell is broken, and after an explosion and a moment of darkness and time in from of a curtain (now a broken plate) the Hansel and Gretel find that the gingerbread statues have turned back into live children. Here the Metropolitan Opera Children’s Chorus sings the sublime chorus as they cry because their eyesight has been lost. Hansel and Gretel break this spell too by giving every child a “tender touch”. They sing and joyously as they once more see the light, and it was the most touching moment I’ve seen over the last year.

Finally Mother and Father (Gertrude and Peter) find the children. Held performs the melody of the children’s dancing duet, but this time he thanks God for delivering the family from evil. The production avoids obvious Germanic clichés and feels like it could be just about anywhere. The message is clear, family and love is the most important thing and that God will deliver those who love their families.

I denounce Gerard Mortier as a collaborator with Satan

Why NYCO's incomming director is on OPERA in AMERICA's bad side.


Upon hearing more of the closing of the New York Sate Theatre so that construction to the acoustically – as well as aesthetically, visually, and in other ways – awful theatre can be renovated before the new New York City Opera’s General Director (to be) Gerard Mortier, comes to town. I got to thinking, “who is this Gerard Mortier, and what does this mean to opera in New York and more importantly Opera in America?”

The first thing I did was think of the productions I know of from his current home at Opéra National de Paris. I immediately thought of this Ariadne auf Naxos (the clip above) where Natalie Dessay is whoring around as she sings “Grossmächtige Prinzessin” in an orange bikini. So many things are wrong with that…most of which is the idea that pasty white little Natalie Dessay had orange on…with pink hair I must add. It was not becoming to a woman of her very French coloring.

He seems to be a lot like his colleague from across the plaza, the Great Satan himself, Peter Gelb. I simply hope this doesn’t mean more puppets at Lincoln Center. At the Met they have been everything from really cool and trippy (Taymor’s Flute) to stupid and distracting (the little boy in Butterfly). I also hope that this doesn’t mean that I will have to go to other houses to hear the best signing from singers who don’t look like they came out of Cosmo.

I love Ruth Ann Swenson, who rocked Marguerite here in Cincinnati (after her acclaimed Met Performances of the same role…I saw it, and it was great… and Cleopatra) just after having her jobs taken at the Met by the Great Satan in his quest to stage with for skinny bitches. Ruth Ann is wonderful, she just is. I don’t find her fat, in fact I find her just right, and there is no one more suited to Violetta or many similar rolls. She is a darling in New York, as is Aprile Millo, but the Great Satan doesn’t like them so the world will not hear them in his house.

Back to the point: Mortier’s most famous so called staging was a Salzburg Fledermaus complete with heroin and crack whores. Seems like the Party was a sort of rave. I love that actually…but I would rather hear great signing then see silly pretty women rolling around in nasty outfits and shooting up. He also plans to stage a lot of crap.

Britten's Death in Venice
Philip Glass's Einstein on the Beach
Janáček's The Makropulos Case
Adams's Nixon in China
Debussy's Pelleas et Melisande
Stravinsky's The Rake's Progress
Weill's Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny
Messiaen's Saint Francois d'Assise.

Needless to say, Valois will not be going out of his way to visit the NYCO.

IN REVIEW: Metropolitan Opera – Roméo et Juliette

Roméo et Juliette
Charles Gounod

CAST:
Conductor: Plácido Domingo
Juliette: Anna Netrebko
Stéphano: Isabel Leonard
Roméo: Roberto Alagna
Mercutio: Stéphane Degout
Frère Laurent: Kristinn Sigmundsson
PRODUCTION TEAM:
Production: Guy Joosten
Set Designer: Johannes Leiacker
Costume Designer: Jorge Jara
Lighting Designer: David Cunningham
Choreographer: Sean Curran
Fight Director: Dale Anthony Girard

NEW YORK, NEW YORK (September 29, 2007)– I was so disappointed about the cancelation of Rolando Villazon, in my opinion the finest lyric tenor on the scene. Adding salt to this wound was the news that he would be replaced by Roberto Alagna who I had given up on after disrespecting opera’s temple, Teatro alla Scala, a few months ago.

The opera began well enough, with the opera chorus sounding in fine form with their prologue. The set was the Met’s astrological production, the one in which a few years ago Natalie Dessay fell out of the flying bed.
For as many difficulties as the original run of this staging had the Met has made it work well. The work opened with the Capulet ball where the guest are dancing and having a wonderful time. The Met’s chorus (for once) looked as good as they sounded in the joyful scene.

Mercutio, the visceral baritone Stéphane Degout, performed his first ballad well. The show really began with Anna Netrebko. I hadn’t heard Anna live until that night, she didn’t interest me (except maybe as Violetta). Expecting a simply stunning moment, I was shocked when the loudest (I mean loud in only the best manner) singing came from the skinny Russian. One of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, she danced around the stage singing “Je veux vivre”. In that moment I understood Juliette as a young woman who wanted to live life to the fullest…she was sure great things were to come, and I too wanted them for her.

I must say that Alagna was impressive. I expected the most awful singing of the week, buy he did a very fine job. I found it hard to imagine what other tenors would have looked like in the difficult to look good in costume.

The evenings shenanigans came and went. The floating bed turned out very beautifully I must say…though once more I expected tacky. No one fell out this time either. Later in the evening Mezzo-Soprano Isabel Leonard proved herself a fine singer as Stéphano, but she didn’t project the male quality to the “pants roll” that some mezzos do. Stéphane Degout’s performance suffered as Mercutio died later in the evening…I’m not sure why, but it didn’t work.

The last scene was very touching, they seemed so in love… I found myself very saddened. When the lovers were finally (after some wonderful singing)dead I just wanted to look at Netrebko some more. He was hot, and she was the most stunning thing I had ever seen.

If Netrebko, Alanga, and the production were not enough to prove my biases wrong, Placido Domingo’s conducting was another wonderful surprise. The orchestra sounded so alive and added to the drama. A first class performance all around, this was the finest opera I have seen this year.

IN REVIEW: Metropolitan Opera – Aida

Aida
Giuseppe Verdi

CAST:
Conductor: Kazushi Ono
Aida: Angela M. Brown
Amneris: Dolora Zajick
Radamès: Marco Berti
Amonasro: Andrzej Dobber
Ramfis: Carlo Colombara
The King: Dimitri Kavrakos

PRODUCION TEAM:
Production: Sonja Frisell
Set Designer: Gianni Quaranta
Costume Designer: Dada Saligeri
Lighting Designer: Gil Wechsler
Choreographer: Rodney Griffin
Stage Director: Stephen Pickover

NEW YORK, NEW YORK (September 29, 2007) – When one goes to see an Aida one expects spectacle. When one goes to the Metropolitan Opera House, one expects the best opera has to offer. This Aida was a pile of shit. The singing was good…some of it…but the production, I have seen better productions in high schools.

From the beginning, everything looked like Halloween. In the opening scene tenor Marco Berti’s Radames sounded strained to my ear. His “Celeste Aida” drew a few bravos, but was not to my liking.

Angela Brown’s Aida was as wonderful as I remembered, and as she sang her first Aria (“Ritorna vincitor!”) the opera took a turn for the better. I nearly forgot about the fact that she was standing in a place where I could hardly see her from my box as she floated out the last notes wonderfully. As the performance progressed I had my first experience hearing Dolora Zajick who was Amneris. She was stunning…just amazing!

The triumphant scene was a joke. I had just been a part of the chorus for a production in Cincinnati and I noticed quickly as they removed several choral parts from the scene. What a waste of time, we laughed out loud as the Ethiopian prisoners entered. Andrzej Dobber, the baritone who sang the part of Amonasro, wasn’t a good singer, and he couldn’t act either. His costume had him looking something like a Klingon, the alien race from Star Treck, and it was just awful.

Conductor Kazushi Ono’s tempo was too fast throughout the evening and he ruined one of the opera’s most personal moments Aida’s aria “O patria mio”. Angela Browns radiant soprano sounded like something out of I Puritani as the aria went so fast that Verdi’s gentle phrases came at coloratura speeds. Maybe it wasn’t that bad….maybe…but none the less it was just awful.

Peter Gelb should be ashamed of himself as he puts this third rate production on stage. If this were my first time at the Met, I would be very disappointed and may never have returned.

IN REVIEW: Gotham Chamber Opera – María de Buenos Aires

María de Buenos Aires
Ástor Piazzolla

CAST:
María: Nicole Piccolomini
Duende: Diego Arciniegas
Porteño: Ricardo Herrera
María II: Malvina Sardou
Duende II: Miguel Quinones
Porteño II: Kevin Fitzgerald Ferguson
Bandoneon II: Tommy Scrivens
Gotham Chamber Opera Orchestra
PRODUCTION STAFF:
Conductor: Neal Goren
Production & Co-Choreographer: David Parsons
Assistant Production & Co-Choreographer: Pablo Pugliese
Scenic Design: Carol Bailey
Costume Design: Fabio Toblini
Lighting Design: Howell Bailey
Scenic Projection: Design Jerome Sirlin
Sound Design: David Meschter
Make-Up & Hair Design: Hagen Linss

NEW YORK, NEW YORK (September 29, 2007) - On the campus of New York University in the school’s relatively new auditorium the Gotham Chamber Opera presented their latest production with Ástor Piazzolla’s so called “Tango” Opera, María de Buenos Aires. As I entered the theatre, a sheer curtain separated the audience from the stage. A projected film appeared on the curtain, two lovers dancing the tango. It was sort of a ghostly white and worked very well.

A very interesting opera, to say the least, María de Buenos Aires begins with the birth of María in an Argentine slum. Diego Arciniegas performed extremely well as Dwende, a speaking roll…the only one in the opera. Dwende is a sprit who represents music and dance. He speaks of María’a birth as the tango begins, in a series of dances and songs María grows up and falls in love with the first of many destructive men. Contralto Nicole Piccolomini took on the roll of María performing the difficult part very well.

Baritone Ricardo Herrera performed as Porteño, successfully achieving the range of emotion of this roll. Porteño requires one person to portray many characters, first the father of María, later a lover, then a batterer, and finally her pimp.

María lives a very difficult life as an abused woman who turns to dance and then prostitution in Buenos Aires. In the end she is killed by her lover, and the sprit Dwende has mercy on her. She is reborn, only this time in a life that will be one filled with happiness and blessings.

The singers danced well enough, and their dancing counterparts archived the choreography well. Knowing the work of Piazzolla and the companies who excel in dancing his music...namely the Paul Taylor Dance Company, it the choreography was a little lacking. It was however very well performed.

The production dealt with the short awkward scenes well, and the choice not to use supertitles worked for the better. The set was minimal, the story was told by dance rather than action. The large pieces included piles of chairs from which the sprits could speak. I very much enjoyed the opera and the production. Gotham Chamber Opera is worth a trip to the Village.

This was my first experience with Gotham Chamber Opera and it is worth a trip to the Village. It was riveting and was well played, danced and sung. Malvina Sardou, Miguel Quinones, Kevin Fitzgerald Ferguson and Tommy Scrivens made up the principal dance troop, and they complimented each other well.

My friend and I loved his opera, and this little company. Another friend hated it. I would recommend it to anyone, affordable and worth a try. Gotham Chamber Opera seems to be producing some of the more adventurous opera in New York. What a wonderful company.

IN REVIEW: NYC OPERA – Margret Garner

Margret Garner
Richard Danielpour

PRINCIPAL CAST/PRODUCTION TEAM:
Margret Garner: Tracie Luck
Cilla: Lisa Daltirus
Robert Garner: Gregg Baker is Robert Garner
Edward Gaines: Thomas Barrett
Production Director: Tazewell Thompson

NEW YORK, NEW YORK (September 28, 2007)- The New York City Opera opened its 2007-2008 Season with nearly as much press (but admittedly less fanfare) as did their neighbor across Lincoln Center Plaza with an American Opera, Margret Garner. In the saga of the slave who kills her children rather than see them taken back into slavery, one again the smaller house proved that it has a deep understanding of personal drama and emotion, something often lost at the Met.

The bourgeois black community were out en masse. I sat next to John Legend….super hot singer and I wanted him to sing to me, “I know I must behave and we made our mistakes…” Brilliant opera going man, just and ordinary person. The sort I hope to see at the opera more often.

It isn’t often that one finds the audience thrilled with their experience after an American Opera. We call them “bold” or some other term masking the fact that we didn’t love them. Composer Richard Danielpour has given us something relevant to our own history in an opera that feels as natural as Puccini and yet as complex as Struass. People have said for years that after Wagner there were two roads which music took: one led to Menotti and the love of audiences, the other to Adams and empty houses. Margret Garner was possibly the love child of these two forms, it was engaging yet musically shocking in the best way.

The set was good and effective. Having seen the opera before in Cincinnati, I must say the it lacked the energy of the first night I saw it. This must be forgiven however, Cincinnati is the place where the opera actually took place and the city was glad to be reflecting on this painful part of its history. The NYCO’s production was in some ways superior to the original a relatively sparse set framed by rustic wood.

Tracie Luck sang the roll of Margret well, and commanded the stage affectively. Had I not seen the creator of the roll, Denyce Graves, I would have thought her wonderful. She was however convincing. Baritone Greg Baker was Robert patriarch of the slave family. He was forceful and perfect for the part.

The highlight of the evening came from Soprano Lisa Daltirus. Her warm spinto voice was perfect for Cilla, the grandmother character. Carefully etching the notes toward the top of the roll, she displayed all the maternal love needed in such a character. Angela Brown, the roll’s creator would perform Aida the next night next door at the Metropolitan…I had seen Brown as Cilla and Daltirus as Aida in Cincinnati, now they were switched…I think it’s safe to say that Daltirus was the finest spinto on the scene.

Kudos must be given to Thomas Barrett who did the roll of Edward Gaines. He lacked the bad boy sex appeal of Rodney Giffery, the creator…however he made up for it with vocal power. A fine performance.

The orchestra was in fine form as well, and Tazewell Thompson’s staging was very good. Tony Morrison’s libretto is moving and tells the story well. The low point of the evening came in the end. Margret, having killed her child, is convicted of destruction of property. To add insult to injury, Slave Master Gaines grants her clemency as she stand on the gallows. She jumps and hangs there… The logical conclusion of the opera is here, as Cilla shrikes in horror, the affect is chilling like Tosca’s death.

Imagine now that the chorus comes forward to sing an ode to Tosca, sending her off. Now imagine that her ghost walks around in circles touching the people in the crowd. It’s very Metaphysical, and like Lucia at the Met I found it tacky and stupid. The score needs revision, namely a few pages torn out. The chorus is a fine one…but no better than you might hear in any parish church on a Sunday morning and it ruins the conclusion of the opera.

IN REVIEW: MET – Lucia di Lammermoor

Lucia di Lammermoor
Gaetano Donizetti

CAST:
Conductor: James Levine
Lucia: Natalie Dessay
Edgardo: Marcello Giordani
Enrico: Mariusz Kwiecien
Raimondo: John Relyea
PRODUCTION TEAM:
Production: Mary Zimmerman
Set Designer: Daniel Ostling

Lighting Designer: T. J. Gerckens

Choreographer: Daniel Pelzig

NEW YORK, NEW YORK(September 27, 2007) – The Metropolitan Opera opened with Lucia di Lammermoor in September. Peter Gelb once more successfully billed the new production’s premier as an event, and many famous faces were in the audience opening night.

I arrived in New York to see the second performance, just two days after the premier. The entire city was a buzz with excitement over the new Lucia. A first class advertising campaign covered billboards and busses with a slogan someone thought was cute, “you’ll be MAD you missed it!”

Mary Zimmerman’s first major opera placed the saga in a sort of Jane Austin-esque Scotland. The opera opened strangely, with a large black wall covering all but a small area of the stage. Behind the wall was a several hills, a friend I attended with joked that it looked like a large pile of dog poop...I think she was sort of correct. As they brought large hounds across the stage searching for an intruder the small opening didn’t serve anything well and the male chorus and dogs hobbled around the awkward opening. Finally as the first aria began.

Leading the serious of challenging arias to come was Baritone Mariusz Kwiecien as Enrico. Sufficiently nasty, the young baritone proved himself to be among the finest interpreters of the Bel Canto literature. In his aria “Cruda, funesta smania”, where he talks about his desire to see an enemy struck down by lightning he was very commanding.

Natalie Dessay’s Lucia was wonderful from the start, and herfirst notes were stunning. She sang them with her back to the audience, and the voice was large and attractive in the Met’s massive house. In her first aria (“Quando rapito in estasi”) she sang about the sprit that haunts the estate of her family. A woman appeared as Lucia told the tale, she was painted white with very messy hair; yes, the ghost actually appears in Mary Zimmerman’s sick mind. It was just the first of many distractions from a director who doesn’t yet understand that sometimes it can be just about music.

Marcello Giordani’s Edgardo was an impressive and convincing one. From the moment that he entered the stage and Natalie Dessay and him came together I felt that they really were in love. His signing was also as convincing.

In the second act as Lucia learns of her impending marriage the Polish baritone’s Enrico was once more a great force. Lucia began to loose it here, as her home was cleaned up, somehow turned from a dusty parlor to a splendid ballroom before our eyes. One device I loved was after the signing of the marriage documents, Lucia knocked the ink well over as she laments, “I have signed my death warrant” and the ink appeared as blood.

The septet was so well sung I could hardly believe it. Once more Zimmerman had too much going on at once. As each party entered a photographer arranged a group photo culminating in an old fashioned exploding flash bulb at the end of the music. What a distraction. Edgardo’s entrance to the wedding was convincing, but as always in Lucia, the audience was waiting for the mad scene and the moment just seemed long, but well done.

The castle hall was a large stairway and it was filled with well wishers after the wedding. The joy faded quickly as Lucia entered covered in blood for the Mad Scene. The French Soprano knows how to act…it was one of those things that seemed so natural that the music was like speech. Her Lucia had lost her mind completely and killing her husband seemed natural, it was tragic and frightening to watch. She went from sexual bliss to despair to a state of joy throughout the “Spargi d'amaro pianto” section of the scene. The traditional flute was replaced with the original glass armonica producing a ghostly sound. The famous ‘flute cadenza’ was sung without flute as well. The drama of the scene worked better this way.

Dessay proved in the scene why she is the world’s leading Lucia as she ran around the stage, and laid on her back to sing this most difficult scene. She was taken off stage, having fallen dead after a brilliant high f#. The audience went wild, and I understood why it is said that a second performance is better than the first. The audience made missing the opening worth it.

The last act was dominated by Tenor Marcello Giordani’s performance of his suicide aria. I don’t remember much, the signing was good, but I was quite distracted as Natalie Dessay arrived…painted white and with messed up hair…yes she was a ghost too. She helped her lover kill himself; it must have seemed like a good idea in Zimmerman’s sick mind. To me it just seemed like she was a selfish nasty little bitch.

The orchestra was in world class form under James Levines able hands, and brilliant singing, that’s for sure. The Met’s new Lucia was a failure as a new production. Perhaps with another director things like the ghost will not appear, and Lucia will not come back looking like a bag lady. Dessay was stunning, Giordani was very good, and the sexy baritone Mariusz Kwiecien was very fine.