Showing posts with label Cincinnati Opera. Show all posts
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Friday, December 19, 2008

IN REVIEW: Cincinnati Opera – Lucia di Lammermoor


Cast/Production Team
Lucia: Sarah Coburn
Edgardo: Mark T. Panuccio
Arturo: John McVeigh
Raimondo: Alain Coulombe
Gilbert: Jeremy Cady
Conductor: Jean-Marie Zeitouni
Stage Director: Mark Streshinsky 

Scenic Designer: John Conklin
Costume Designer: Catherine Zuber
Lighting Designer: Thomas C. Hase
Choreographer: Devon Carney 

Chorus Master: Henri Venanzi 


CINCINNATI – (June 26 & 28, 2008) This was the sort of production that left much to be desired. Cincinnati’s Lucia (performed in Donizetti’s French language Paris revision) was strange to say the least.

As the evening began, a small voiced Jeremy Cady started the action – but he was covered by chorus and was nearly inaudible. Conductor Jean-Marie Zeitouni led the Cincinnati Symphony in some good “om-pa-paing”.

Some good singing came from Gaétan Laperrière. The French Baritone had an interesting and large voice and proved to be a fine Enrico. His “Cruda funesta smania”, I couldn’t tell you the title in French, was quite good. He negotiated the Bel Canto hurdles well even if there wasn’t much ornamentation. His acting was acceptable.

Another strange part of the evening was tenor Mark T. Panuccio. This was a strikingly uneven performance. The nasal vowels often became annoying, but this is more the fault of Cincinnati Opera’s leadership for programming the French version than the tenor himself. Panuccio’s Edgardo started off weakly, in voice and manner. Panuccio often stands with his arms hanging to his sides, looking rather tragic and weak. Perhaps he finds Edgardo to be a weak character – but in fact this is warrior and should never look like someone who would be a target for mugging. When he killed himself, people laughed out loud…but I’ll get back to that.

A bright spot in the evening was Sarah Coburn. The lyric coloratura’s Lucia was excellent. Again, the French version left things to be desired, this time it was the absence of “Regnava nel silenzio”. This change suited Coburn, who may not have had the vocal dramatic chops to have excelled in the aria. The alternate aria was lighter and higher than the original, however it was still inferior to the original. Even while it worked to her advantage, it wasn’t as thrilling as Lucia’s usual opening aria.

Coburn’s mad scene was very unique – the acting almost always of a high quality. The flute cadenza was longer than most. They added a review of almost every aria, duet or other tune which Coburn had performed in the evening, but it never became annoying. Her final cabeletta in the scene was a little annoying, but still thrilling because of the clean beauty of her voice.

The production was what left the most to be desired. It was more or less a series of ramps. The set was stark, with suggested period clothing. Women draped in red and men in Black always carrying crossbows. The angular platforms that dominated the stage were also dark. Everything was dark.

The production consistently employed the use of dancers who pretended to be a pair of deer. This was stupid and distracting. It often provoked laughs and maybe even a few boos from the audience. This stupid production became rather campy with touches like this and the flower petals used to represent blood. In fact, when Edgardo (Panuccio) stabbed himself and clumsily threw a handful of red petals I heard cackels and hisses from the balconies. The fight scene was pitiful.

My general feeling is that this production didn’t work well in a house the size of Music Hall. Cincinnati’s opera house is comparable in size to the largest in the world. What works well at Glimmerglass doesn’t work so well at the Metropolitan or the Cincinnati Opera.

In conclusion, this opera left much to be desired. It lacked the sophistication of the grand presentations Cincinnati Opera has staged in the past. Perhaps the Cincinnati Opera’s leadership believes (as many opera goers used to) that Lucia is simply a showpiece for a soprano. It is not. It requires attention to dramatic detail and sophistication. Last season the Metropolitan showed the world that it was possible to make it into a riveting piece of music drama, perhaps Cincinnati should take note.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

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.