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Nov 20th

Werther

By Steve Burbridge

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Werther

Opera North at Theatre Royal, Newcastle.

By no stretch of the imagination could I ever claim to be an opera buff. I always believed that a bunch of fat women warbling away in a foreign tongue wouldn’t be my cup of tea at all. It turns out my preconceptions were way off the mark!

Opera North’s stunning production of Werther, a rarely performed opera by Jules Massenet, was about as accessible as you could possibly get. It’s basically a story of unrequited love that ends in tragedy. Werther is a man who is hopelessly in love with a woman already promised in marriage to another.

Although it is sung in French it is easy to follow and compelling to watch. There are screens at either side of the stage, translating the wonderfully poetic dialogue into English.

The performances are exquisite. Paul Nilon and Alice Coote are brilliant as the star-crossed lovers, Werther and Charlotte. Both have powerful voices that are rich and full – perfect for delivering the emotion of the piece – although the swell of the huge orchestra sometimes engulfed and drowned out Nilon.

The sets, designed by Hildegard Bechtler, are simple yet effective, and the orchestra, conducted by Richard Farnes, wonderfully adds to the drama and intensity of the piece.

Highly recommended.

Steve Burbridge.

Performances: Wednesday 18th November 2009 & Saturday 21st November 2009. Both at 7.30pm

 

Jun 30th

PUCCINI’S TURANDOT (AN OPERA IN THREE ACTS)

By TREMAYNE Miller

Ellen Kent & Amphitheatre Productions presents

PUCCINI’S TURANDOT (AN OPERA IN THREE ACTS)

 

Puccini

Puccini (1858-1924), last of the great Italian composers, continued to experiment with work right up until the time of his death.  Whilst composing the impressionistic Turandot, he was undergoing treatment for throat cancer but begged Toscanini for the opera not to be abandoned.  Sadly two scenes were left unwritten when Puccini died.

 

Ellen Kent

In July 2008 Ellen Kent set up Ellen Kent & Amphitheatre Productions at  Leeds Castle.  Kent went on to tour La Boheme, Tosca and Carmen around Britain under the same amphitheatre set by designer Will Bowen. Then, in Spring 2009, she began her tour of Turandot, Aida and Carmen within the same amphitheatre space. 

 

Turandot celebrates the life of Pavarotti.  We are taken back to the 1990 World Cup and the enduring aria ‘Nessun Dorma’. It is sung in Act Two and, in its full splendour, in Act Three by Calaf, played by Irakli Grigali.  His voice  with its effortless emotion truly draws the audience .

 

The story takes place in Ancient China with a Terracotta Army looking down from afar. Princess Turandot ,played by Galina Bernaz ( a Monica Belluci/Isabelle Adjani look-a-like), has degreed that she will wed the prince who manages to solve her three riddles.  Many have attempted this but failed.

 

Act I takes place outside The Imperial Palace in Peking.  There is uproar amongst the crowd over the execution of the latest suitor.  The Chorus sing ‘Why is the moon so late…’,in a haunting, almost sacred style. But, when the

children come enter, I cannot help but feel that they bear a striking resemblance to the munchkins in ‘The Wizard of Oz’.

Turandot, however, makes her grand entrance and entrances the audience, with a little help from her eye-capturing costumes.

Calaf, overcome by her beauty, is intent on winning the hand of Turandot. Lui a slave girl,is played by Irina Vinogradova. In my opinion, she is the best female vocalist in the production. She moves around the stage like a graceful ballerina as she  tries to dissuade Calaf from risking his life just for the sake of Turandot’s hand warning him with : “Your grave awaits.  Your fate is sealed.”

The Act is brought to a close by the sound of a gong marking his quest.

 

 Act II Scene I is set in The Palace Pavilion with Ministers Ping( Vladimir Dragos), Pang (Anatol Arcea) and Pong (Vasile Micusa).  They,  managing to be comical without overdoing it, give an account of the  executions which have taken place and talk of the strong need for China to find tranquility once more.  A fanfare then follows with the announcement of a prospective suitor.

In Act II Scene II: A Courtyard in The Imperial Palace, Turnadot seeks acceptance for her actions, seeing them as divine punishment on all men, after the rape and murder of a long distant aristocratic relative.

Calaf successfully solves each riddle in turn.  This leads to Turandot’s pleading with her father to release her from the promise she has made.  Calaf is prompted to lay out his own task.  If she is able to reveal his name to him he will sacrifice his own life. If not, she must accept his offer of marriage.

 

Act III Scene I: The Palace Garden that same night, Ping, Pang and Pong enter intending to spare their own lives by attempting to blackmail Calef.  On his refusal Timur, Calef’s lost father ( played by Valeriu Cojocaru) and Liu are dragged in.  Liu rather than give up Calef’s name says to the Princess: ‘I give him to you..’, then proceeds to stab herself with one of the soldier’s knives.

Turandot is still adamant she will not not marry Calef.  He allows her to know his name anyway, thus leaving his life in her hands.

Act III Scene II:  In the final scene Turandot offers up freely the name of her suitor to her father as ‘LOVE!’  The crowd then rejoice with a moving reprise of ‘Nessun dorma’.

 Ellen Kent embraces Opera in such a way that we are reminded of its origins and derivation from Greek tragedy.  Their large, colourful, chanting choruses would sing and speak as a means to carry the drama along.  In this production, she has definitely succeeded in doing that.

 

 

Apr 3rd

The Elixir of Love

By Yvonne Penne-Stuart

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The Elixir of Love

An Opera in Acts performed by The Welsh National Opera

Composed by Gaetano Donizetti

 

What a delightful evening – certainly one to uplift the spirits.  The cast obviously enjoyed performing this merry romantic comedy, and clearly the audience enjoyed watching it.

Updating the action to the mid-fifties worked extremely well.  Both acts took place in a small village on the Italian Riviera and the set design was stunning with a real Mediterranean atmosphere.

There were two cast changes, one of which was Dr. Dulcamara sung by Donald Maxwell, who was truly excellent.  As well as a good voice, he has an acting ability which brought the part to life.  The other change was Nemorino, sung by Robin Tritschler. Adina, sung by Camilla Roberts, had a strong, pretty voice and did the part justice with her portrayal of the part as well.  As always with the Welsh National Opera, the acting of the whole cast was very strong, as was clearly shown in Act 2 when the females found themselves very much suffering from the influences of a good pre-wedding party.

The choreographer, Tim Claydon, must be commended, as must the superb orchestra, conducted by Simon Phillippa.

 

The Welsh National Opera is at the Milton Keynes Theatre until Saturday 4th April.  Miltong Keynes Box Office 0870 060 6652 (bkg fee) www.miltonkeynestheatre.com.  For future dates please see www.wno.org.uk

 

Reviewed by Yvonne Penne-Stuart at the Milton Keynes Theatre on Thursday 2nd April 2009.

Feb 26th

Puccini's Tosca at The Richmond Theatre

By Sara-Mae Tuson

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Tosca’s Kiss

Tosca at The Richmond Theatre,

http://www.ambassadortickets.com/789/659/Richmond/Richmond-Theatre/Tosca

 

Korn/Ferry Opera Holland Park’s Tosca feels like an original production –an amazing feat considering how well known this classic piece is. So good is this production that even minor characters are compelling, delivering brushstroke after brushstroke to the final masterpiece. As the unwashed bar man of the neon-lit trattoria leers at Tosca with his pustulant lower lip and lanky jaw, Scarpia toys with her, as he does his food—and the tension builds to devastating effect.

This same barman and Scarpia’s thugs watch with evident enjoyment through the strips of butchery plastic at an unseen room in which Mario (Tosca’s lover) is being beaten. Such was the potency of this excellent support that these thugs (played by Benjamin Segal, Henry Grant Kerswell and Duncan Rock) that they earned some pantomime boos when they took their bows. Wearing Fedora hat’s and smart 60’s suits, they menace and skulk around their leader, the bigotto, Scarpia.

The set locates us with rich detail in 1960s Italy, in a deserted Piazza outside a chapel, the walls papered over with posters and bills for both rebel political parties and Scarpia himself. Tosca’s face adorns the walls as the famous Opera singer: La Voce ‘68. Every detail of this production has been intricately developed. With each stroke Stephen Barlow, director, improves on and reinvents this well-worn story of passion, blackmail and death.

This Italy is corrupt, redolent with intrigue—Scarpia’s Mafioso helping him to ‘sharpen his lust’ even as he maintains a respectable political image. What this production does particularly well (due in no small part to Paul Garrett’s powerhouse performance as Scarpia), is to make it plausible that this charismatic character could command both the respect of the populace and the rebel's hatred. In fact, the contrast with the iconic image on the posters and the scheming villain pacing the stage is far more marked than in productions where he is played as a one dimensional ogre, devoid of such appeal. There is some steaming sexual tension between Scarpia and Floria Tosca as he taunts her with the possibility of Mario’s death, or earlier on, as he manipulates Tosca into betraying Mario through her jealousy. There is a moment in Act 1 where she bursts into tears—having been told by Scarpia that her lover Mario has flitted off to conduct an affair with the Marchesa Attavanti (whose portrait he has painted massively across the Piazza floor). Of course this is a lie, as Mario is really helping Attavanti’s brother Cesare Angelotti (played by Paul Reeves) who is an escaped rebel, to hide from the police. She falls into Scarpia’s arms in despair and he hesitates, frozen. As he slides a lecherous hand down her body the sexual frisson is palpable. This production has a filmic quality and cries out for the big screen. It would be great to see it on at a large cinema chain as with the recent collaboration between Odeon cinemas and Glyndebourne.

This opera’s enduring appeal comes from its flesh and blood characters who are filled with the irrational furies of love—but never before have I seen these qualities exploited so well. Puccini’s fabulous music and the witty dialogue are enlivened by a set of leads who tussle with their roles and pour emotion into a score dripping with the violence of passion.

Seán Ruane as Mario Cavaradossi is excellent—looking rather like a young Van Morrison (circa The Last Waltz) in his flares and bright orange shirt. He sings the famous aria, E lucevan le stele, beautifully. The relationship between him and Tosca is believable and loaded with warmth—the two leads are bravely unrestrained in getting to grips with each other in their scenes together.

Tosca herself, played with exquisite precision by Amanda Echalaz, has a purity of tone roughened only by real emotion during the torture scenes. Act III is heart stopping. It is real agony watching Tosca and Mario sing about the life they will have after going through the ‘farcical’ execution, and knowing that Scarpia never intended her to obtain freedom for Mario. ‘Fall down at once,’ she tells him, to which he jokes, ‘Like Tosca on stage’. Even after the hired thug douses the car with petrol, Tosca believes in her lover’s ability to cheat death. When Tosca emolliates herself, standing atop the car in which her lover Mario has just been shot, the piece has a fittingly iconic end.

Spoil yourself to this production of Tosca—it will put the heart back in you—just as great art should.



Catch it at the Richmond Theatre until March 1. To book call 08700606651, or go to www.ricmondtheatre.net

For more information about the production go to: www.operahollandpark.com
Feb 13th

Being an actor – in opera

By Douglas McFarlane

Being an actor – in opera

By Gráinne Gillis


It actually came about by chance that I auditioned for the Royal Opera House.  One Friday afternoon, I got a call from the assistant chorus manager, Ruth Mulholland, asking me if I would be interested in attending an audition for an obscure (to me) opera called Die tote Stadt.  Funnily enough, just that week I had decided to take a year out from acting and focus on singing, which was always my first love – so my initial reaction was “Why not?”


Having read Music at University College Cork, and subsequently done a Diploma in Opera Performance at Birkbeck College, I was somewhat acquainted with the medium.  When I first came to London, I spent my last £20 one month to go and see one of the most amazing theatrical productions of my life, which was Der Rosenkavalier, starring the “dream team” of Renée Fleming, Susan Graham and Christine Schaefer – it was worth a month of beans on toast afterwards!  And I also occasionally had coaching sessions with one of the repetiteurs there as well, so it was not a complete novelty to go through that hallowed stage door.  Nonetheless, the day of the audition, the longer I was there, the more I knew I wanted the job.

You see, the Royal Opera House isn’t just an opera house.  In the days of Garrick, it was one of two great theatres in London, the other being Drury Lane.  Actors like Garrick and Charles Macklin would perform in both the rival houses, sometimes even on the same night; and in fact, the original house was funded by John Gay’s The Beggar’s Opera, commissioned by John Rich, which was a satire on opera seria. (Coincidentally a production of The Beggar’s Opera was playing recently at the ROH, with a further production retitled The Convicts’ Opera being performed in March at the newly opened Rose Theatre in Kingston).  The glorious history of British theatre was one of the reasons that, as an Irish actress, I wanted to train and work in the UK, and so I hoped that I might have the opportunity to appear on the great stage, which I had so often read about in the biographies of great actors and singers.


The audition itself was quite simple for this particular production – it basically consisted of walking across the room like nuns in a procession.  This became relevant to us later, as odd a request as it seemed at the time. We were told by Chris, one of the assistant directors, that it was not so much about acting skills per se, but the ability to work as an ensemble, and also to fit the costumes, as this production had been previously performed in Salzburg and Vienna.  The audition process in total took twenty minutes, and culminated, X-Factor style, with those who had been chosen being lined up and told on the spot.  Suffice to say, I was one of the lucky few, and totally delighted with the whole process – not the agonizing wait that one is accustomed to enduring as an actor, but a decision made on the spot.

A month later, on the 29th December, the company of actors, in total 20 male and 8 female, met in Opera Rehearsal Room 2 (ORR2) to rehearse.  Not knowing what to expect, I decided just to observe as much as I could on that first morning.  The boys were up first, to rehearse what in the opera is known as “Vision 2”.  Die tote Stadt (or The Dead City), to explain, tells the story of Paul, who cannot come to terms with the death of his wife Marie.  He is visited by an actress called Marietta, who is similar to his wife, and through various visions, he comes to believe that it is his wife. To give away the ending would be unfair – it is showing till February 17th.  It is also the first fully-staged production of this opera in the UK – another good reason for coming to see it. Korngold (the composer) is best known for having revolutionized film music, and there are cinematic flourishes a-plenty in this opera, in addition to heavy influences from the Richards, Wagner and Strauss.  It is a sublime piece, both musically and visually, and hopefully not the last time it will be seen in the UK. 


 Going back to Vision 2: this consists primarily of the character Marietta transforming herself and being held aloft by the company of actors.  One of the actresses, Holly Walters, stood in for Nadja Michael, who was yet to arrive for rehearsals.  Not knowing that some of the actors had already worked several times at the ROH, I was completely blown away at how quickly they picked up what had to be done, and how already, within an half hour, this scene was taking shape, under the watchful eye of Adrien Mastrosimone (choreographer) and Karin Voykowitsch  (the assistant director to Willy Decker, the great German opera director).  What was clear was that, although the ensemble playing was important, so too was the fine detail – which was confirmed for me later when I had the opportunity to watch this scene from the auditorium.  It seems to me just from this one experience, that being a director of opera must be a little like being a great artist who paints moving pictures on a huge moving canvas.  There is very little theatre anymore that does that, even musical theatre; and the sumptuousness of opera lies in the daring of these grand concepts.


That first morning, we also rehearsed a scene, which for us as a company is one of only two scenes when we are on stage together.  It has caused great hilarity, as the male actors are transformed from handsome young rakes in top hats and tails into – nuns.  And not any old nuns, but nuns in white habits (so likely novices).  For some reason, there is a proliferation of Irish accents backstage just before going on (I can’t think why), and then we push a huge white cross which is on its side, with the wonderful British mezzo-soprano Kathleen Wilkinson, singing while lying on her side on the cross, while we look reverentially (or as reverential as a bawdy company of actors can ever hope to be!) on.  

That first day also, I was asked to stand in for one of the singers in another scene.  Eager to acquiesce, I agreed to do it – little did I know that I was to be held aloft, on another, smaller wooden cross, on the set which was on a rake – and I have a dread of heights! It is no exaggeration to say that even going up a ladder can cause my knees to buckle!!  It was at that point in time that I realized the superhuman creatures that great soloists are – not only do they have to sing, and act, but they also have to have stamina to cope with the demands that opera productions require to make a great spectacle for the audience.  Later on, in rehearsals, when I watched Nadja Michael cope with what is a huge “sing” and all the stage business that she performs incredibly, I felt totally humbled – there is a huge difference in being an actor in a show and remembering lines and moves, and being an opera singer, who has all that, and more, to deal with.  In the end, I took a deep breath, and quite enjoyed the experience of being on the cross – which, even for a lapsed Catholic, was quite a strange sensation….


They are like great athletes, these singers; and yet, despite their huge talent(s), it seems like they are generally very sweet and humble and just willing to do what it takes to get on with the job in hand.  In fact, I would say that is an attitude that generally pervades the Royal Opera House, and one feels like a small yet important cog in the wheel of a greater enterprise.  In fact, when occasionally something or someone didn’t work in rehearsals, it did stick out quite conspicuously – as opposed to straight theatre, where to keep it interesting, one is always trying to develop ideas and try new things.  That is not to say that I think that opera is a static art form – but there have to be certain things set in place to highlight the spectacle and sheer grandeur of it.  And despite our fleeting walk across the stage, the nuns have garnered rather a lot of mentions in the reviews of the production that I have seen – which shows there are no small parts in opera….

As a place to work, the Royal Opera House is second to none.  It is a  sprawling labyrinth of a building, filled with people who are hugely enthusiastic about what they do, enormously friendly, and surprisingly egalitarian.  You are likely to sit next to someone like Carlos Acosta (Principal with The Royal Ballet) or Ingo Metzmacher (Conductor of Die tote Stadt) in the canteen, and not bat an eyelid (well, I maybe fluttered my eyelashes a little….) It also seems the ROH is very loyal to those it employs on a freelance basis – some of the actors have been there 20-30 years, as have the extra chorus.  What is striking as well is that the actors and singers tend to be skilled in more than one area: among our company of actors alone, there are several dancers, acrobats, models, singers, musical theatre performers, some writers – and that is just a very generalized overview of the talents that I am aware of.  Speaking to some of the permanent staff, their starting point in working there seems to have been a passion for either music or dance or both, and in fact, the house seems to actively encourage the development of talent, with signs in their practice rooms inviting their staff to use them unless they have been booked in advance. 


As an actor, it is an ideal job – the contracts are relatively short, unless one accepts several operas in advance, which is always an individual choice; and the conditions, both artistically and financially are fantastically rewarding.  It has been an immense honour and privilege to be part of a world-class company; and I can honestly say (with no disrespect to any previous work in the straight theatre) that it has been the most fun I have had professionally in a long while.  As an actor, this has been an experience to relish and recommend; and though it has been my first experience of working in this way, I am hopeful that it will not be my last.