Showing posts with label LA BOHEME. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LA BOHEME. Show all posts

Sunday, September 24, 2017

LA BOHEME

LA BOHEME
Barefoot Opera at St Leonard's, Shoreditch
23.09.2017

Gloomy, Palladian St Leonard's. If any artist were roaming its shadows, it should surely be Mario Cavaradossi. But here it's Marcello and his student chums, bringing bohemian Paris to vibrant life in Barefoot Opera's lovely chamber version of Puccini's earlier hit.
It's not an obvious venue for opera. Hard pews, poor sight-lines, and an ecclesiastical acoustic, in which the band and the women fared best, leaving the men to struggle to make their words clear in the muddying wash. But the space is well used dramatically in Jenny Miller's intimate new production: the nave becomes the street, the Café Momus blends into the audience, a simple scaffold gives height, with a banner backdrop which also screens the surtitles. Umbrellas provide a sense of place, and lighting; they make a wonderfully atmospheric start to Act III.
A very small chorus – and no gamins; I liked the way that actors portrayed the wind, the garret parrot and even the moon. Lesley Anne Sammons directed a tiny band from the piano – the use of the accordion [Milos Milosovic] was inspired, and seemed so right for the Latin Quarter. Another stroke of genius was to have the Musician, Shaunard [Andrew Sparling], flit between stage and pit, contributing some superb clarinet solos.
Mimi was beautifully sung by Lucy Ashton – a bright, rich soprano voice. Her “pink bonnet” aria in Act III, and the duet which followed, were musical highlights of the evening. Andrew McGowan, in red baseball cap and black lipstick, was a very modern Rodolfo. Perhaps because of the acoustic, his tenor sometimes seemed underpowered, but he had some fine moments, notably the “Addio” quartet at the end of Act III. The other couple, whose tiff provides dramatic counterpoint to Mimi's reconciliation with her poet, were the strongly sung – and colourfully characterized - Marcello of Oscar Castellino, and Kayleigh McEvoy's impressive Musetta, the scarlet party-girl who leaves Alcindoro [Tim Patrick] for Marcello. Her big number, the seductive Waltz song, was delivered in a very animated style, modelling hats, stripping on a table, kicking assiettes, and never missing a note or an inflection.
The philosopher student, Colline, [Matthew Thistleton] cut a much more traditional figure than the poet, the painter or the musician. A classic profile, and a burnished baritone for his “Vecchia zimarra”, where he bids farewell to his favourite overcoat.
This intimate production, uniquely bringing a fresh, youthful perspective to the classic opera, ends its tour in Cheltenham on October 28 – their next show, in Hastings, will be very different: Monteverdi's L'Incoronazione di Poppea.




Thursday, March 14, 2013

LA BOHEME

LA BOHEME
Royal Opera House Covent Garden
02.03.12

Why is John Copley's atmospheric Boheme still in the repertoire some forty years after it was created ? Could it be that, with Julia Trevelyan's sumptuous design, it is in many ways a definitive, if traditionalist take on Puccini's classic weepy ?

A packed March matinée certainly loved it. We had a good, if not stellar, cast. Anita Hartig, making her ROH début, was a wonderfully convincing Mimi, frail, vulnerable, but with a creamy, silky soprano which complemented the steely tenor of Rodolfo Teodor Ilincai. No stranger to this role [he appears on the DVD on sale in the interval] he makes a sprightly young student, singing with power and panache whether seated, standing or supine.

Musetta, striking in orange against the subdued colours of the students, was seductively sung by Sonya Yoncheva, and Marco Vinco, as Colline, made a touching farewell to his coat in Act IV.
Nicely rendered by Kenneth Chalmers' surtitles: “poets and philosophers passed through your peaceful pockets”.

The staging was unfussy but often eloquent and entertaining. The impressionist snowy morning in the Inn Yard, the split level garret for artist, musician, philosopher and poet, and the Café Momus, with its sommelier, its billiard table and the busy boulevard outside. This second act, with all its bustle and incident, was staged with a sure touch and masterly focus; Act IV, with its lively physical opening and its sombre, tragic ending, was a superb blend of music and drama.

Alexander Joel conducted with obvious enthusiasm, without a score, and brought the best out of the orchestra. Puccini seems to use all his melodic fire power in the first half hour, with familiar arias and duets jostling each other. But then those themes return to haunt their singers, and to remind us of happier days before the heartbreak.