Verdi, Don Carlo. Wiener Staatsoper, 6/22/2012. New production directed by Daniele Abbado, "Bühnenkonzeption" by Graziano Gregori, sets by Angelo Linzalata, costumes by Carla Teti, lights by Alessandro Carletti. Conducted by Franz Welser-Most with René Pape (Philipp II), Ramón Vargas (Don Carlo), Simon Keenlyside (Rodrigo), Krassimira Stoyanova) Elisabeth von Valois, Luciana D`Intino (Prinzessin Eboli), Eric Halfvarson (Il Grande Inquisitore), Valentina Nafornita (Stimme von oben)The Staats is using the four-act Italian version, which starts awkwardly with the Monk calling out to Carlo and then the duet with Posa. Reminiscences appear without their antecedents, the Italian text is far inferior to the French, and it’s a lot of development of something for which we never had exposition.
Franz Welser-Möst got the actual Philharmoniker to conduct (Rattle has been touring with the second string), and you could tell from the showiness of the playing. But while it was something, it wasn’t like any Verdi I’d ever heard before. Welser-Möst may have been proud of getting this bunch at the Staatsoper, but he never seemed to notice the singers or the drama. Crashing effects alternated with gratuitously picky dissection of the orchestral fabric. The singers struggled against the volume and inflexibility emanating from the pit, and ensembles showed a wide variety of tempo choices simultaneously. (The choruses were generally better.) It really didn’t work.
|"Why this awful lighting? WHY????"|
None of the singers succeeded in developing any kind of characters, which is rather remarkable considering their amount of talent. The first problem was that Daniele Abbado’s production (yes he's Claudio's son) lights them almost entirely from behind, and even then only sparsely. They could have been the best film-style actors in the world and I wouldn’t have been able to tell, because their faces were almost never illuminated. The rest of the production doesn’t do anything else either. A series of sliding walls (Bartlett Sher writ large) slightly alter an empty, barn-like unit set. The setting is, for no particular reason, the early nineteenth century, with simple costumes that for the women resemble the ball dresses still so loved in these parts. While Abbado has nothing to say about this piece and what it’s about, with good Personenregie it still could have been effective drama of a sort. Alas, everyone basically stands still. Even would-be exciting bits, like Carlo being sucked up by the Monk at the end, were botched (moving far too slowly and well before the gesture is indicated in the score and libretto). The gesture of choice seemed to be, tellingly, a shrug. The only good things I've heard from anyone about this production is that it will be very easy to revive. Who knows, if they fix the lights maybe some later singer can bring something inspired to it. But it won't ever be a complete drama. I would give more details but honestly most of it has flown out of my head already.
The most distinguished performance of the evening came from René Pape as Filippo II, whose honeyed bass-baritone was at full force despite Welser-Möst’s unhelpful tempos. Still, he was much better in the role back at the Met in 2006, which was a tired revival of an old production but still gave him something to work with. Simon Keenlyside is a singer I like a lot but he made very little impression here, adequate and nothing more. He appeared to have drawn the hotness card among this cast but I really think one should button up one’s shirt in the presence of the King. Krassimira Stoyanova was announced as indisposed, which was a shame because I think she could sing a fine Elisabetta. This one had some fine moments but was short on volume at the top and only sometimes came into focus. Her best quality onstage is a sweet simplicity, which for a queen is a little odd.
|"Flanders? Nah, I'm sending you back to the new Probebühne."|
Luciana D’Intino’s Eboli was a showcase for her fearsome deployment of chest voice.While the lone representative of Italy among the cast, she doesn’t do much with the language, and her presence is more queen mother than king’s mistress (her costume was not doing her any favors). Somehow I have left Carlo for last, which is not entirely unusual. This role is a graveyard for lyric tenors (from what I heard Piotr Beczala was originally cast in this production but wisely decided not to attempt it and is here singing in Lucia instead--maybe he chatted with Villazon or Filianoti). Ramón Vargas is too smart to be done in by its demands but doesn’t exactly conquer it either. He lacks the spinto heft at the top and his tone tends to turn pale and weak above the passaggio. Some middle-range phrases had full tone and phrasing but like Keenlyside he seemed to mostly struggling to be heard and stay with the orchestra. Valentina Nafornita was a bright spot as the Voice from Above. She won Cardiff a few years ago and certainly deserves better casting than this.
I love this opera and generally find something to enjoy in it even in flawed performances, but this one was uniquely boring, possibly one of the most confounding evenings I’ve had at the opera in a while. The argument seems to be we’re the Wiener Staatsoper and hence we put on opera at a world class level. But drama needs some impetus, some reason why we’re here seeing this thing, and most of the time last night I wished I were somewhere else. It might be a bad way of putting it, but someone needed to provide a spark.
photos copyright APA, because the Staatsoper site is less than forthcoming.