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Author Topic: Trovatore at Bucharesti - Multumesc, reiner  (Read 659 times)
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« Reply #15 on: 21:58:50, 21-12-2007 »

The sad thing is that the guy they think they need really would set it in a Lunatic Asylum...
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« Reply #16 on: 17:06:22, 23-12-2007 »

Leonora: Silvia Sorina Munteanu

"Stage II: In the garden of Saragasto's palace.  Leonora is thinking to his lover the young, misterios and unknown trubador.  She speaks about him to her confidente Inez by saying her how she met the misterios trubador.  They are suprised by the Count de Luna who deply loves Leonora.." 

So said the programme.  Madame Munteanu's Juno-esque figure was dressed in a frock refreshingly unoriginal in this show.  It was an all-purpose long "period costume" to fit with any period in Western history between the fall of the Roman Empire and the rise of the hemline c 1920.  It fulfilled all the Qur'nic requirements for female attire below the neckline.

I was very excited by her singing, possibly because I have never sat so near to a competent opera singer in full flight.  (Row 3 of the stalls for £15.)  She threw off the coluratura and to my mind managed to colour and vary the sound in a fascinating manner.

It was so thrilling that I hardly needed any distraction, but in this gig there was bound to be something on offer.  At the back of the stage, the movement group, dressed as pairs of fancy dress animals, mimed generally affection and matiness, in order to convey the idea of Lurve to anyone who hadn't noticed the words (in Romanian surtitles.)

There were also three nice Romanian lads with no shirts, toned torsos and vacuous expressions on their faces.  I thought they were a pleasure to look at, but I would just as soon have concentrated on the music.

The baritone enters in Rod Stewart wig, shades and full length leather coat.  The prima donna mistakes him for the tenor, but suddenly the sound of the "misterios trubador" is heard.  It is the Italian guest tenor, Giorgio Casciarri...

And my evaluation of his singing and costume must wait.
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« Reply #17 on: 18:37:24, 23-12-2007 »

dressed as pairs of fancy dress animals

Was this still Il Trovatore, or were they doing another opera by now?  Grin

So the soprano was the Full Munteanu, was she?  Excellent to hear, because dram-coloraturas are a sparse item these days - good to hear there are some good ones out there?   Did she look the part, or was she already a little long in the tooth?  And can she act? Smiley

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Italian guest tenor, Giorgio Casciarri..
Laspari, did you say?  No, you wanna Ricardo Baroni, he's-a my man...  Now, the Party of The First Part shall be The Party Of The First Part...


Trivia Trove: Allan Jones, who both sang and acted "Ricardo Baroni" in A NIGHT AT THE OPERA (1937), was a serious classical performer, and had sung the Evangelist on the first recording (on 78s) of Bach's ST MATTHEW PASSION (heavily edited to reduce the number of discs in the set, but nevertheless "complete").  He was recruited for the Marx Bros movies to replace Zeppo (who was leaving for personal reasons anyhow) with a handsome singing star who would be a draw for female audiences.  The high-jinx and irreverence towards females of all ages in the preceding Marx-Bros films had failed to win female audiences, who were increasingly taking themselves (and their cash) to the movies without male company - so a respectable, noble heartthrob was needed.  Have any other Bach Evangelists made major Hollywood careers, I wonder? Wink
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« Reply #18 on: 21:07:46, 23-12-2007 »

Reiner

We are not talking about acting - we are talking about concept here.

The book says Manrico sings off stage.  In the event Signor Casciarri comes on and sang at the back of the stage.  Obviously he needed to project, but I got the impression (bear in mind I am no voice fancier and unable to judge the finer points of vocal performance, like our friend IGI for example) he had no variety of tone and only two levels of volume, loud and very loud.

Like any classic Italian tenor he was at least half a head shorter than the prima donna.  With his five o'clock shadow, he could have been quite a convincing bit of rough, but this impression was spoilt in part 1 by the aviator's goggles he was wearing on his head, as in the illustrations of Mr Toad in The Wind in the Willows.

I was also intrigued all the time when he was on stage by what might have been intended underneath his open shirt.  It might have been a T shirt with a particularly loud Paisley pattern.  I fear it was meant to represent an all-over body tattoo.  (I don't care for tats, myself.)  This would fit in with my "bit of rough" theory.

The programme suggested there was a (class?) struggle between the world of the Count and the world of the gipsies.  This might make some sense but it depends how we see the gipsies, who we meet in the next scene...

(I'm not going to summarise every scene - just give you the general idea.)
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« Reply #19 on: 15:15:03, 24-12-2007 »

The stage was filled with people in red: two stilt walkers, dancers, and epileptic in a wheelchair and men kneeling on skateboards.  This all seem to come dangerously near to ethnic stereotyping: there has been a substantial Roma (pc for gypsy) population in Romania, who I understand from Olivia Manning's The Balkan Trilogy, were accused of self mutilation to aid begging.  The skateboarders being presumed crippled.

But all that wouldn't have mattered if there had been any sense of direction.  Everyone just moved around, with no stage picture or sense of massing.  That was the whole trouble with the production.  The gimmicks might have worked if they had been performed with any sense of competence, style or passion.  It was just a mish mash.

A percussionist in a red shirt was at the front of stage with two tuned anvils mounted on a trolley.  He kept his eyes constantly on the conductor.

Gabriela Popescu as Azucena in long red dress was pretty magnificent.  She got a round of applause for her narration.

During her subsequent duet with the tenor, a large, transparent, plastic ball crosses the back of the stage, propelled by a bloke inside it on a hamster wheel, doing an impression of Leonardo da Vinci's X shaped man.

This effect was repeated in the Azucena/Manrico effect in the final scene.
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« Reply #20 on: 16:08:52, 24-12-2007 »

You couldn't make it up, could you?  Grin
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« Reply #21 on: 16:38:19, 24-12-2007 »

Having hired two stilt walkers for the evening they had to do something else, and sure enough they come on at the back of stage during the tenor's rendition of Ah si ben mio.  As I indicated his tone was OK, but it was delivered at the same loud volume.

The stilt walkers were dressed as bride (in white with veil) and groom (carrying an enlarged top hat the height of his chest.)

Then the tenor moves on to Di quella pira and delivers two ringing top notes (not in the score I believe) at the end respectively of the stanza (no repeat) and the All'armi coda.  He gave them his all and got the longest applause of the evening.

During all this, there were projections on the back wall of rioting, almost certainly the rising against Ceauşescu.  As I said the producer was not Romanian, and again I suspect this was in dubious taste.  Many present would have lived though those events, for whom they may well have been of virtually cosmic significance.  The places where protesters were shot down in the streets are movingly commemorated.  To use this footage as an illustration to a drama may be totally distracting to those who knew it and for whom it meant so much.

And if it is used, the temptation would be to use it over again as a cliche.
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« Reply #22 on: 17:32:55, 24-12-2007 »

projections on the back wall of rioting, almost certainly the rising against Ceauşescu.  As I said the producer was not Romanian, and again I suspect this was in dubious taste.  Many present would have lived though those events, for whom they may well have been of virtually cosmic significance. 

I agree, the ice here is perilously thin.  I can see where the idea is coming from, of course.  The whole principle of the "Stanislavsky" School of acting (which is properly called "The School Of Suffering", although this correct translation is rarely used outside Russia - I suspect because of potential misunderstandings that it's about misery or pain?) is that you "relive" some moment of anguish in your own life (even if it was about an unimportant matter - "the day you fell off the slide in the playground", etc) and project the physical manifestation of that moment ("thinking about it" won't do, that's not acting - it must be visible) into your portrayal.  (I've mentioned before, some singers would say that you can't do this fully...  if you really found utmost grief from somewhere in your past, it would probably stop you singing correctly... it certainly ought to have that effect!)

ANYHOW, the idea of keying into an audience's own emotions and recent past is reaching for the same idea, but you have to be super-confident about these things to make them work to the result you intend.  Too often they are either laughably awful, or produce an unpleasant maudlin sentimentality which usually results in anger directed towards, errr, the producer Smiley   It also assumes that people have "dealt" with these issues - but many people haven't, and they've put them in a box in their heads and tried to forget about them...  interfering with that box usually provokes a highly negative reaction akin to rifling through someone's stuff in their house without their permission.

Achim Freyer tried this stunt in his MAGIC FLUTE in Moscow...  he tried to turn the antagonism between the Queen Of The Night and Sarastro into a Communism/Capitalism allegory, and scenery decorated with Hammers & Sickles.  This was, of course, a phenomenal mistake - there are still many, many Communists of deep moral convication in Russia, and the offence served up to them was intense.  Freyer's contract to stage TRAVIATA in the Bolshoi was immediately cancelled as a result - not because he'd offended the Communists, but because his production was ill-conceived dross.

You also risk "triggering" things in the minds of people which you have no business or right to mess with.  I saw a very nasty incident during a production of AIDA which tried to make clodhopping parallels with the Chechen War.  A woman who had clearly lost her own son in the conflict attacked the theatre staff and the show had to be halted  Cry  Cry     I've fallen into this trap once myself, but during rehearsals rather than performance...  we were doing an emotionally difficult work (Ullmann's THE EMPEROR OF ATLANTIS - written in KZL Theresienstadt where the composer was a prisoner, and dealing with mass extermination),  and I forgot to allow for one of my cast having been in the cast of NORD-OST, the show which was hijacked... he was there until the end of the siege.  I won't make that mistake again.

On the other hand, it can work. Dmitry Bertmann moved the ending of Prokofiev's STORY OF A REAL MAN into the present day, with the WW2 legless "Air Ace" Morozov dying forgotten in a State Nursing Home.  For the opening three performances (done on the 60th Anniversary of the end of WW2) they gave tickets free to anyone who'd served during the war, so there were lots of vets in the audience.  I really thought there was going to be trouble at the end, and as the final curtain came down one of the vets stood up and walked to the front of the auditorium to make a speech - his hands were shaking with rage, he was clearly furious. "This opera is about OUR LIVES...  this is the way the country we fought for treats us now.  THANK YOU for showing it - I hope politicians see this!".  So it can work - but it is very edgy stuff.
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« Reply #23 on: 17:42:47, 24-12-2007 »

And for the Miserere scene, the prima donna did her bit front of stage.  Instead of Manrico being off-stage, a part of the backdrop slid up at first floor level to reveal Manrico kneeling down (now minus goggles and shirt, but T shirt still in place) being continually and unconvincingly flagellated by a man naked apart from body suit and red Y fronts.

But at the very end of the opera, where I was imagining they would indicate Manrico's execution, nothing made it clear.  Luna and Azucena did not even look out of any imagined window to see the vital denouement.

As I said it was not the gimmicks, per se, but the incompetence of the direction that made it all so silly.

But would I go again?  You bet.


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« Reply #24 on: 18:22:48, 24-12-2007 »

As I said it was not the gimmicks, per se, but the incompetence of the direction that made it all so silly.

With all of that said, of course...   it's a very silly opera anyway  Shocked  Shocked

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« Reply #25 on: 15:04:34, 08-01-2008 »

 Smiley Well what do you expect for 15 quid, Don B? It sounds hilarious, and worth going just for the programme!
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« Reply #26 on: 15:08:27, 08-01-2008 »

It was worth every leu, harpy.  Grin
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