Metropolitan Opera at Lincoln Center. Balcony (Seat C5, $133.)
Story. The story
evolves around three main characters: Adriana the actress, Maurizio, and the
Princess of Bouillon. Both women are in
love with Maurizio. Maurizio gives
Adriana a bouquet of violets, which he happens to leave at the palace of the
Prince (husband of the Princess.) When
the Princess shows up, Maurizio pretends the flowers are for her. Afraid of
being caught with her lover, the Princess hides when the Prince sos up. Adriana
also arrives, hoping to convince the Prince to promote Maurizio (who is
actually the illegitimate son of the Polish emperor.) Adriana ends up helping the Princess escape,
without she and the Princess finding out about the identity of the other. At the palace party the two finally
recognized each other’s voices; the Princess made Adriana recite a play, and
Adriana hits back by directly the play’s venom at her. By then Adriana thinks Maurizio no longer
loves her, but the Princess instead.
Adriana gives up on theater, but her colleagues convince her to
return. A package marked “From Maurizio”
arrives, and in it is a wither bouquet of violets. Adriana takes that as a final insult from
Maurizio, smells it, and throws it in the fire.
Maurizio is summoned to Adriana to reassert his love for her. She is sick from the flowers, and dies in his
arms.
Conductor – Gianandrea Noseda. Adriana Lecouvreur – Anna Netrebko; Maurizio
– Piotr Beczala, Princess of Bouillon – Anita Rachveliashvili, Michonnet –
Ambrogio Maestri, Abbe de Chazeuil – Carlo Bosi, Prince of Bouillon – Maurizio
Muzaro.
The Program Note begins with the sentence “… is an opera
some people love to hate.” Given all the
positive things about the opera, it is a pity that I have to agree with it, at
least on many aspects.
Should I go first with the good or the bad? I knew about the composer Cilea, but couldn’t
remember what I knew him for on the day of this performance. (I have three arias of his on my iPhone, two
from Act 1 of this opera, and one from his L’Arlesiana.) The synopsis is probably the longest I have ever
seen, and I wondered as I read it at home if it had to be so complicated. Indeed there were many other characters in
the story who had significant roles, but they overall added to the confusion. A case of not being able to cull one’s own
writing? As a bad writer myself I
sympathize.
In its defense, the story in the opera (and the play) is
based on real people, and real people’s lives are complicated. A great writer should be able to distill
these complexities into appropriate story lines. With a bit of mixed metaphor, the Broadway
show Les Miserables and the opera War and Peace are great examples of how this
could be done.
Every season I look for operas I have not seen before,
and can usually find a couple that fit my schedule. That Netrebko is in the cast certainly helped
with the decision in this case. And she
is the real deal in this case. I don’t
have the vocabulary to describe a beautiful human voice, so the reader has to
assume they are all used here. Her
technique was simply amaIt seemed no matter where she was on stage, whether it
was loud or soft, her voice could be clearly heard where we sat. In Act III there were quite a few lines that
were practically spoken, and she delivered them with much clarity and
heft. The unnecessary complexity of the
story made it difficult to be invested emotionally in the opera, and it wasn’t
until in the last act when she lamented over the wilted violets that I began to
feel a degree of sadness.
I had seen Anita Rachveliashvili several times before, including
Carmen and Prince Igor. I was very
impressed with her Carmen. Her
performance today by-and-large matched that of Netrebko. The only missing component was a “soft
high.” In reading my blog that was my
comment about her other performances also.
The audience certainly gave her first aria a very prolonged applause.
Beczala was featured in Opera News recently, and the
interview gave a lot of insight to how he cultivated his career. By all indication he is on track. We saw him this past May in Zurich where he
put in an excellent performance as Werther.
In the large Met auditorium he had to work harder, and he was good, but
not quite up to the level of the two leading ladies.
This was the first time the McVicar production is used at
the Met, although it debuted in Covent Garden in 2010. Traditional with a twist: in Act IV we have a
theater stage and the chairs and table in front constituted Adriana’s house;
grand yet simple: the palace scene in Act III occupies a lot of real estate but
there is not much of this ornateness one expects from the 1730 Paris (Rococco,
says the Playbill.) Perhaps it works
well for the actors, and there are no pauses for scene changes, but to the
audience it is just unremarkable. I
still don’t understand why the stage is usually poorly lit so often.
There is a rather extended ballet session in Act
III. That was the norm for operas
written during that period, but to me the time is probably better used to
clarify the story. The opera started with Act II of the play, so that’s another
candidate for that interval. I am sure
the dancers are all accomplished professionals, but to me ballets seldom belong
unless it propels the story along (such as in La Traviata.)
The music is generally very pleasant to listen to, but
there are few catchable tunes. The
orchestra played well. There were quite
a few solo lines, especially for the violin, and they were all done with
precision and aplomb.
I can lament about various aspects of the opera, but it
is what it is, and Cilea is not around to modify it. Put that way, I must say I enjoyed it, mostly
for the superb singing, though. While I
still say the singing makes or breaks a performance, I do wish for more.
Curtain Call with Noseda in front. The main characters are standing behind him. This is the set for Act 4. All the lights were turned on as Adriana dies in her home.
The New York Times critic saw this when it premiered the
season on New Year’s eve. The review was
one wave of praise after another. There
was not one single thing he would take issue with.
All traffic reports said the Hudson crossings were clear,
so we took Lincoln Tunnel, getting there at around 5:30 pm. We noticed a lot of buses lined up on the
left side and was wondering what was happening.
They eventually stopped using the center tunnel and came to the south
tunnel. We were witnessing the “rush
hour changeover.” We had Chinese takeout
inside the car.
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