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Festival Theatre, Edinburgh
June 11th, 2019
If you are a fan of Comedic Opera, the Scottish Opera’s turn at performing the Magic Flute is sure to please, with a powerful cast and a campy, whimsical set. The English translation was fantastic, especially during the spoken parks of the piece, which were well-moulded to the unique and pun-filled wit that English can offer.
The set design places us in a steampunk festival fever dream, with a creative use of lights clearly inspired by the thematic elements of day and night in the story itself. Particularly notable were the dazzling three ladies of the Queen, whose glittering Gothic gowns were bedecked with LED stars and topped with illuminated crowns, including a particularly splendid crescent moon headpiece. In contrast, the three boys were both eerie and endearing in their airy lightness, descending from the rafters with glowing propeller-umbrellas, like a Studio Ghibli interpretation of Victorian-era sky sprites.
Meanwhile, Papageno and his Papagena looked like they could have strolled straight of the circus tent at Boomtown, their vocal number complete with glorious mechanical steampunk robin’s egg prams and explosions of feathers. On the whole, the set pieces and costumes worked well together to emphasise the fairytale, though at points the imposing architecture of the set, for all its clockwork splendour, was confusing, and took the focus away from the characters and story.
Musically, this ensemble delivered a solid performance with some particularly stand-out characters and a flawless accompaniment by the Orchestra, conducted by Tobias Ringborg. Richard Burkhard’s Papageno was a delight to watch, and won the audiences’ hearts with his easy wit and strong voice. The Queen of the Night, played by Julia Sitkovetsky, was convincingly devious and terrifying, and dived into the much awaited “Der Hölle Rache” with all the drama it deserves – delivering all the high-notes but never straying away from the ferocity of the message.
In wonderful contrast to the dark Queen, Gemma Summerfield’s sweet Pamina was lightness incarnate. The true gem of this ensemble, her voice has an effortless purity to it that dances around the high notes with careless ease and grace. Her “Ach, ich fühl’s” was heartrendingly beautiful and had the audience totally invested in Pamina’s plight.
All-in-all, the Scottish Opera and Orchestra’s performance was wonderfully executed, doing credit to Mozart’s masterpiece. The audience laughed and sighed along with the characters, and was wowed by the magnificent spectacles brought to us by the costume and set designers. I’m excited to see what they have in store for us next.
Words: Signe Miller
Images: James Glossop
Theatre Royal, Glasgow, Mar 12,14,16
Festival Theatre, Edinburgh, Mar 21-23
You wait years for one Janacek operatic masterpiece to be revived on the British Islands, then three come along at once. When I say three, I actually mean the same one being performed more or less at the same time by three different companies. The opera in question is Katya Kabanova by Leoš Janáček, & the companies are Opera North, the Royal Opera House & for my personal delectation, Scottish Opera.
Janáček was a prolific Czech composer, who lived in a halyconic period for opera between the years of 1854 & 1928. The reputation for his syrupy, swirling time signatures has grown consistently over the past century, with the British affection being formerly ordained via the Prague National Theatre’s visit to the Edinburgh festival in 1964.
In the last decade of his life, the one in which Katya Kabanova was produced, Janacek had found love & musedom with the much younger Kamila Stösslová. The passion they generated seems to penetrate Katya, with Janáček declaring that the composition had flowed like “the beautiful river Volga”. Indeed, at all times the music seems very personal, drawn from real experience, or at least interpretations of those experiences, rather than abstract artistic ideals.
Katya Kabanova is a solemn, but ultimately satisfying piece. A tale of illicit activity between a love-starved stay-at-home, caged bird wife who becomes possessed by the magnetism of a gregarious young buck – with a suitable suicide to finish. A simple tale, but enriched a thousandfold by Janacek’s music. For the SO version, in her debut for the company Laura Wilde was stunning, flawless even, & dramatic, o yes, so watchable, so powerfully pathetic.
‘Look at the precious bird, see how she gets her feathers ruffl’d.’
Beside Katya, the other women are all strong forces, & perhaps all were merely avatars of Kamila Stösslová. Each are interesting, profound even, & on the night were sung beautifully. The men, of course, sang equally as well, but the male characterizations are noticeably shallow in the shadows of the goddesses. This is no fault of the singers, of course, but this is a heroine opera.
The setting is the river Volga & a small bourgeois town beside it. Aesthetically the stage was incredibly pleasing; from riverbank reeds to giant bridge-girders taken from South Queensferry. For those who know the opera the bridge was an ever present Sword of Damocles hanging over the denoument. I also loved the communist factory vibe, with the costumes seemingly taken from a 1970’s episode of Coronation Street – they were very cool!
‘Because you love theatre,’ is the SO’s mantra, ‘because you love opera,’ & to experience this particular opera on this particular occasion felt like experiencing the true meaning of art on all its many wonderful levels. A precise & extremely pleasurable production, of whom all involved should be proud to played a part.
Damian Beeson Bullen
Opera is one of the most Universal creations of Humanity, the Esparanto of the arts. Sung in various languages to various language groups, the emotions which transpire between singers & audience is always understood. Such universality aids Scottish Opera to whisk itself upon the wings of appreciative applause about the entire Caledonian Wood. Venues on the Outer Hebrides & at Durness, near Cape Wrath, show the far-reaching remit of the tour. For my encounter I thought I would head to the tour’s most easterly visit – Duns in the Scottish Borders, a delightful drive over the Lammermuirs, dimly lit by the passing of the day, dozens of rabbits scattering before me quite albino in the full beam of the headlights. On reaching delightful Duns I found myself at the cavernous Volunteer Hall – purchased recently by the ‘A Heart for Duns’ group – alongside a healthy assemblage of local opera-lovers all wondering what ‘highlights’ we were actually to witness, & how would they be done!
Obviously a full cast, orchestra & wardrobe would be impractical for such an effort – therefore only two male singers, two female singers, & a pianist are sent out to do the good work. These are Lucy Anderson – the Robertson Trust Scottish Opera Emerging Artist for 2018-19; Scottish mezzo-soprano Heather Ireson; & making their S.O. debuts were tenor Tom Smith & Baritone Harry Thatcher. Accompanying their comblended & unwavering, streamlined voices was galloping pianist & musical director, Elizabeth Rowe; together the ensemble provided a frivolously fun cocktail of talent, quirky characterizations & ‘picaresque delight.’
Opera Highlights is a most entertaining, multi-lingual jaunt, threaded loosely together by a narrative, & examples, of what a good opera should include. Of the concept, director Sara Brodie told The Mumble that the journey is, ‘an episodic adventure through many realms.’ It was all that, yes, & was more than wonderfully sung, if a little hamly acted at times. We heard 21 pieces by the end; Che faro senza Euridice from Orfe ed Euridice, Csardas from Die Fledermaus & Faery Song from the Immortal Hour were my favorites. It really was a successfully wrought dream sequence, a true chocolate box of delights when at no point did I find myself chewing one of those tough toffee ones from a Quality Street collection.
Damian Beeson Bullen
THE MUMBLE TEAM
Are taking their annual Festive Break
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Saint Cuthbert’s Church
Thursday 23rd August
With its ninth nation-touring production, Opera Bohemia has recently completed its touring itinerary of Verdi’s Falstaff. I caught them at the end of the Fringe at Saint Cuthbert’s Church in Edinburgh, the same place where I witnessed OB perform Puccini’s Gianni Schicchi a couple of years ago, which to this day remains my favorite peformance of any opera, it was just so well done. One of the reasons was how the ensemble handle the nuances of comedy with extreme vivacity, & I was very much looking forward to seeing what they could do with one of those cultural rarities – a Verdi comedy. There were only two in fact, composed fifty years apart – ‘Un Giorno di Regno‘, the second opera of his long career, and of course Falstaff, his last, composed upon the approach to 80. ‘Un Giorno’ is a bit shoddy & surely made Verdi realise comedy was not his forte; but perhaps the failure had always haunted him, & on creating Falstaff would use all his talents to create a comic masterpiece.
After having relentlessly massacred so many heroes & heroines,
I have at last the right to laugh a little
Falstaff is presented in three acts, with the libretto adapted by Arrigo Boito from Shakespeare’s The Merry Wives of Windsor, plus a sprinkling scenes from Henry IV, parts 1 and 2. A pastiche, then, it tells of farcical efforts of Sir John Falstaff to seduce two married women in order to gget his grubby hands on their husbands’ wealth. Premiered in February 1893, at La Scala, the quibbling Verdiphile purists hated it, & it may have slipped between the cracks but for Toscanini’s championing of the piece. By 2018, the popularity of Falstaff emanated majestically from a full-pewed Saint Cuthberts, while OB’s excellent & atmospheric 11-piece orchestra played the opening strains to the expert wand-weaving of Alistair Digges.
Witnessing opera at Saint Cuthberts is a joy, I simply adore the crystalline audionics. As for the performance, Andrew McTaggart was vitally commanding as ‘Immenso Falstaff, Enorme Falstaff,’ who frollicked all over Verdi’s adventurous score. Both Catriona Clark (Alice Ford) & Fiona Mackenzie (Meg Page) looked beautiful, sang soprano beautifully, & pulled off the amorous gamesladyship with glamor & guile. Between them, Hazel Mc Bain’s Nanetta fluttered about, while Douglas Nairne pulled off a fantastic & dramatic job as the jealous Mr Ford.
Experiencing the kettleboiling operatics of Falstaff is like going on a speedboat ride – there’s barely a moment’s rest, & in the hands & voices of OB it was all so jolly. & so fun, & so expertly sung. Falstaff requires a strong cast of ten principals, & each flowed equally into their rich pool of talent. Production wise, Elizabethen England had been shunted forwards a few centuries; The House of Ford was now a department store, which is expertly transformed into the Windsor Great Park for the bullish finale. The famous laundary basket scene, where Falstaff is thrown into the Thames inside of one, was another clever piece in a long procession of top-notch stagecraft – here a desperate McTaggart is squeezed inside a packing case marked with a capital F. Director Adrian Osmand has given us an authentic opera, sung in Italian (with subtitles), creamy as gelato, & best off all, funny. He who laughs last, laughs loudest, & I’m still chuckling as I write this review.
This Opera in the well-known Blythswood Hall on Bath Street had, to my eyes, a sense of impermanence with our many chairs simply set up for this specific evening. The hall is used for many differing events and dances but it is a church based venue where this scene was set. It’s usage, fairly large, had a beautiful stage with exposed brick at the back creating a plush feeling from their sensible budget . The sparse set was well done and the stage seemed to shine with brass and brick. The coffee shop of scene 1 soon erupted and was immediately into its deep plunge of already amalgamated music.
The Italian (as it was written) worked well with the translation that was placed above the stage, which was a good place because it meant that you could flip easily between everything that was going on. The lyrics were, as with most Italian operas, was very dramatic, based on emotion and had a depth that was thrilling, showing how poetics can drive with a great force and become something old and new to the peering eye of the audience.
Original instrumentation (from Mozart’s direction) included 2 timpani percussion instruments, these were left out for the Blythswood hall performance changing attention to the louder voices of each character, actor. Everything that happens during the performance for me led away from the fact that this was a farce and was intended to be so. Beethoven (though supportive of Mozart described this opera as immoral, a name that has held sway in 1790 right up until relatively recently. Mozart himself was going through turmoil in his love life and so felt upright about his writing of the Cosi Fan Tutte.
The plot moved around in a seemingly fast manner yet there was time to digest it as it moved along, scene by scene. Though there was a lot to get through, being a full on opera, there was no rush or tardiness. The movement in the overture was greatly created by Mozart in its classical adherence yet for Fan Tutte he dismantled classical opera and music replacing those with the farce comedic over riding concept. There are similarities between this work and William Shakespeare’s play ‘The taming of the shrew’. There was a sense in Fan Tutte of mockery especially in the field of serious opera writing.
The significance of comedy was enhanced because of the more serious insinuations that are inherent in opera. There was a sense of spite involved in the evening making fun of human fealty between men and woman who are reduced to farce. The costume ideas ran well in the shape of things, set around early twentieth century rather than what would have been in style in the late 1700ds perhaps as an indication to the fact that the opera had only recently been endorsed by society (now it is looked at with favour).
The great roles and twists of the cast were potent and stand alone. Each of whom (9) had a special importance especially in their timing, which was perfectly enhanced from the intention of the work, as is in classical opera. The precision of all the detail becomes more apparent after seeing Fan Tutte as you take your walk home realising more observation took place than it felt like in the hall. Retracing how the cast worked becomes more wonderful at the realisation of what each situation held for them.
The two Fiordiligi sisters played by Angharad Shanahan and Katharina Gebauer had so much to do with each other telling themselves in despair and in the return of hope as they languish. The two perpetrators in the plot were Despana played by Kelli-Ann Masterson and Don Alfonso played by Eric Patterson. Don Alfonso put the sisters to pay with his cunningly adapted plan to prove that the two sisters (Fiordiligi) won’t maintain their loyalty to their fiancée, who in the meantime hatch a plan of their own by faking army service abroad. The sister’s innocence was to be discarded throughout the night, though their treatment by the writer was scowling and filled with mockery. The plot is repeatedly eventful where as in this production the simple set is accepted as the right moment, sets were changed during live play which was kind of charming.
The stunning music of the orchestra who positioned themselves in front of the stage worked very well during. It was enthralling and enticing, and gave the actors great prominence in a completely professional way (budget being what it was). If you are interested in human behaviour there was some vivid components offering up to consideration. Who was more vulnerable? The sisters or their fiancée’s? do we rely on each other for different things? Is there a division between the sexes?
Mozart knew this and he depicted accordingly, this same accordance was a part of this performance that offered an acute appeal within the whole piece of the Opera. Razvan Luculescu, who was musical director, led the music behind a screen, together with the off stage orchestra. His extensive career where at the moment he works in Falkirk helped lead to the conduction of Fan Tutte. The young orchestra were dependable, making each component have no doubt as to quality and therefor I shall desist with the idea of the evening being amateur.
In fact Clyde Opera Group is in its third year as a community group who invite enthusiasts of theatre (opera) all of whom work with Hanna Brown the director. Their aim is to bring live opera to Glasgow, though as yet they have little or no funding. They use it wisely making the best out of everything that it takes to get this sort of evening together, we should at least admire the tact of the production and its commitment to opera in Glasgow.
In act 2 we saw a rise in general content (inclusive of all aspects) it seemed more like a tragedy than a comedy. Or perhaps it was a tragic comedy which all depends on the Mozart’s intentions which was perhaps to strike a blow coming from his own personal frustration, a link his work is known for.
Every time Don Alfonso was to sing his baritone a distance of character was obvious along-side his contempt for the face of Human frailty (namely it’s unfaithfulness). He darkened the door step of the two couples that happened again by Despina’s reaction to the story of where woman should be faithful to their fiancée’s. The pivotal role of what we would now call swinging was an indication of Mozart’s fragile and thus offended reasonability. He still shines through his abilities for creating the very best in classical antiquity.
Subtitles are actually a big deal, they add an extra dimension where one is inspired to an aspiring degree. There is fun to be found with this extra dimension of piecing together the different hatches to make up a whole. All of the evening functioned in this way and delivered a concise and consistent portrayal by the Clyde Opera Group of the controversial satiated composition