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Posts Tagged ‘Puccini’

Il Trittico

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

The beginning of the Royal Opera’s new season has been pencilled into aficionado’s diaries for months, with one certainty: Puccini’s Il Trittico – a series of three one-act operas – will send them home happy, kicking off the season in excellent fashion.

The traditional view is that the masterpiece of the work lies in its final part. The comedic Gianni Schicchi, with the aria ‘O mio babbino caro’ is by far the best known of Il Trittico. Il Tabarro makes a slightly shaky part one, while Suor Angelica is a second part with an acquired taste. However, with new staging from Richard Jones and the mastermind of conductor Antonio Pappano, these conventional notions must surely be thrown out of the window.

This is the first Royal Opera performance of the complete trio since 1965, testament to the recently prevalent view that the work deserves to be rethought in a new production. In this case, though, the trio is added to the already popular production of Gianni Schicci, which tells a manic story of deception. The eponymous Schicci – played here by Lucio Gallo -swindles a greedy family out of their inheritance to further the cause of true love.

Here moved from Puccini’s original thirteenth century setting to the 1960s, the performance perfectly captures the joy and comedy of the opera. The cast throw themselves gleefully into the farcical scheming, and their enjoyment is infectious. Never has deception been so much fun.

For the production’s biggest surprise however, we must look towards the middle panel of Puccini’s triptych: the much-maligned Suor Angelica. It is here transformed by innovative production and a fantastic, heart-wrenching performance from Ermonela Jaho as Angelica, the young woman forced into a convent due to the perceived shame her pregnancy brought upon her noble family.

The opera’s traditional finale, a vision of the Virgin Mary and Angelica’s lost son, is usually perceived as the weakness of this piece. Here, however, a subtle shifting of the work is revelatory, bringing a believable tragedy to the story’s end.

As the first part of the evening, Il Tabarro – a story of a tragic love triangle, dark in both setting and theme – is the weakest of the set.

Despite the excellent performances of lovers Giorgetta (Anne-Maria Westbroek) and Luigi (Aleksandrs Antonenko), and Lucio Gallo as the cuckolded husband, it is overshadowed by what follows, not because of its own shortcomings but purely because of the excellence of parts two and three.

This is a fantastic set of performances offering a spectacular evening of opera: humour, murder, deception and suicide combine for an unforgettable experience.

www.roh.org.uk

A Pudding With Puccini

Wednesday, July 20th, 2011

The London Sketch Club in Chelsea.

We went there last month. It was really for the pudding that I went, though they also told me Puccini would be there. I imagined he would be a little world weary, given he was brought into this world 150 years ago. But they told me he wasn’t weary at all, and that he wasn’t adverse to the Smoked Paprika Risotto that we would all be sharing under the spotlights, courtesy of Damian Clarkson and The London Kitchen (heroes of the enigmatic four-course private party).

So I walked in, and looked for him – the ashen-faced vampire-genius, his Italian spark still kindled in eyes of inordinate dramatic power. Instead, I met a chap in a tweed jacket matched with red and yellow socks, and he quickly showed me to my seat, for fear, most incredulously, that I would speak for too long with foodie maestro Roy Ackerman (CBE), Chairman of the world master of culinary arts and one of the most gentle spirits I have ever met in person. I told him so, and added (in my own head) that his humility could be seen in the smooth gesturing-in of one lovely lady that reminded of Michelle Pfeiffer in an impassioned period drama.

Next to me at the table (there were ten of them, dotted around), a girl of an incredibly artistic beauty and silken locks, as if she had just alighted from the small operatic stage up front. The first floor club/painting/dining room is also small, and there are enchanting studio windows, and elegant silhouettes on the walls, and then there are strange musical notes drifting between the tables as the chatter falls away from the proverbial musings of the Kings Road into a twilight of obscure sciences. At this point the light food and heavy wine is slipped almost transparently between your noses as Puccini’s arrival at the Sketch Club in 1905 becomes the reason to indulge in a long, absent-minded analysis of the beauty of Tosca, and Turandot – which you saw in Florence the year before last – all the while keeping your eyes fixed on another pair of eyes that speak of unspeakable appreciation.

I was told shortly afterwards that Puccini wasn’t going to make an appearance that night (the maestro is in Rome, Michelle informed me later, seen driving a very fast car with as much care for bleak classical chords as I have for the charms of resident member Arthur Conan Doyle, who along with Charlie Chaplin and GK Chesterton, is still known to pass by the club on his way to the sweet shop on Baker Street).

Now guess how much you have to pay for all this? I mean, for all the food, and wine, and bon humour, and pudding with a soprano and tenor redefining love in a tremor of Bimba, Bimba, non piangere – loosely translated as ‘sweetheart, sweetheart, do not weep’, the famous love duet which ends with the butterfly pleading for her love to Vogliatemi bene, loosely mimed by pinning two arms to a table (the butterfly wings) and screaming ‘I have caught you. You are mine’.

Well, it’s all yours for the cost of a truffle-buttered chicken liver parfait, paired with a bottle of Pinot Grigio Rosato Ca’Lunghetta, finished off with a white chocolate tart with raspberry syrup (£100 at most fancy establishments).

Now the pair of eyes with unspeakable appreciation were becoming more and more enthused. And I divulged my knowledge of Puccini and my own recent exploits in Rome, and told of how her butterfly earrings were made to look bland in the company of her naturally ephemeral aura. For you see my friend, such a dinner party (or any such surprise gathering of peoples, elliptically fashioned with subtle movements towards the grandiose) inspires the Giacomo Casanova in one, the poet and his muse standing well outside of the confines of time.

And so, when the lamplight and garden whispers and the real-life portraits around you dissolve, and you are left enfolding the once careless glance, the oft-implacable fluttering of the eyes, the obscure musical cadence of her laughter, and dance in step to Puccini’s final act, you will catch a reflection of yourself in the studio windows where the leaves roam freely, and you will see a picture of the artist as a young man.

And you will smile, and remind yourself that you are indeed an artist, and a quite marvellous one at that.

(Future seasons open to both members and non-members include: * Summer 2011: The English Season – ‘Trifle, Custard and Coward’ * Autumn 2011: The French Season – ‘Pudding with Piaf’.)

Private Dining Rooms offer the opportunity to book The London Sketch Club for private parties – ranging from canapés to full scale dinners.

The London Sketch Club
7 Dilke Street
London
SW3 4JE

Operatic Excess

Friday, May 21st, 2010

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Puccini’s Tosca, which was first performed in 1900, has deservedly acquired a reputation not just as one of Puccini’s best operas, but as one of the most famous in the world canon. ENO’s new staging, directed by Catherine Malfitano (herself one of the most notable and powerful Toscas of the past couple of decades) is exceptionally well sung, conceived and performed, making this a viscerally satisfying experience that can be recommended even to people who would steer clear of the opera at all costs.

The storyline, based on an obscure 19th century French play, revolves around Rome in 1800, where Italy is being torn between the all-conquering French army, led by Napoleon, and the forces of the Republic. The protagonists are Cavaradossi, a young painter, who is in love with the glamorous singer Tosca. However, the insanely corrupt and licentious chief of police Scarpia is also in love with Tosca, and, seizing an opportunity to blackmail her into exchanging her favours for the life of Cavaradossi, he attempts to right the status quo. Tragedy ensues.

As well as one of Puccini’s richest and most romantic scores (conducted subtly and effectively by ENO’s Edward Gardiner), this features one of his most gloriously hissable villains, in the form of Scarpia, who memorably declares at the end of Act 1, ‘Tosca, you have turned me away from God!’ He is ferociously sung by Anthony Michaels-Moore, whose gusto earned him both cheers and boos on the first night. Amanda Echalaz sings Tosca with both delicacy and force, most notably in her great Act II aria ‘Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore’, in which she bemoans what appears to be her fate, and Julian Gavin is a charismatic Cavaradossi.

This is a superb production, and a must-see.

Until 10 July. www.eno.org.

Epic passion meets epic tunes

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

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Turandot was Puccini’s final opera, and was actually finished by the otherwise little-known Franco Alfano. Telling the story of the cold-hearted Princess Turandot, who offers those of royal blood either her hand in marriage or death if they answer three questions, it is regarded by many as his most successful opera. It contains probably his most famous aria, ‘Nessun Dorma’, which has been popularized by its legendary performance by Pavarotti.

The ENO’s new production has attracted a great deal of interest due to its hiring of the wunderkind young director Rupert Goold (currently having stunning success with his staging of Enron at the Royal Court) to stage it. Conservative critics have cried foul, due in no small part to Goold relocating the action from Imperial Peking to a Chinese restaurant populated with Marilyn Manson and Elvis lookalikes.

Certainly, Goold’s signature bold visual flourishes are simultaneously eye-popping and distracting, but there’s no denying that the production moves at a fair pace and that the singing (by Kirsten Blanck as Turandot and Gwyn Hughes Jones as her would-be suitor Calaf) and conducting (by Edward Gardner) are both highly impressive. And, as you’d expect, ‘Nessun Dorma’ is a highlight.

Until Dec 12. ENO, St Martin’s Lane, WC2. http://www.eno.org/

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