Oct. 29th, 2019 10:09 am
Rodmatised!
It's been a minute since I took in an opera. But thanks to e.'s ridiculous travel schedule, I got the opportunity to see Verdi's Luisa Miller for the first time courtesy of
bunj. As we were parting, he seemed genuinely touched that I'd joined him, as if anything short of infirmity would have kept me away in the absence of prior plans.
It's an odd little gem. The plot is apparently adapted very loosely from Schiller, which makes me curious about the source material, since it's pure melodrama, with more twists than the Timmelsjoch Hochalpenstrasse. Despite that, it does mostly focus on ordinary people who make some extraordinarily bad choices.
The number one bad choice is Rodolfo, son of the local count and complete meathead. Luisa's father sizes him up accurately as a playboy who hasn't thought through the consequences of a romance with a commoner but she is undeterred. This leads to a ludicrous scene where, when cornered by his father, the young heir first demands to be led off in chains along with his beloved, then threatens to stab her through the heart, and finally remembers the plan he voiced only minutes earlier to use his knowledge of his father's Dark Secret to blackmail him.
That is one of the oddest facets to the opera: It's a love story, but between father and daughter. As
bunj pithily observed, "Rodolfo isn't the protagonist, he's the antagonist." It never seems to occur to him how the power differential between him and the object of his affection can only lead to her destruction. There are shades of Rigoletto here, but whereas the Duke doesn't care for Gilda beyond a one-nighter, Rodolfo is fatally infatuated with Luisa. And her father, rather than being a brash loudmouth, only wants to grow old peacefully with her married off to a good man.
Another odd feature is the sex imbalance in the cast. Besides Luisa, there are only two other female singing roles: the Countess who Rudolfo's father has promised him to and a gal pal of Luisa's. The latter has a bit part, and the former not much more than that. It takes some finessing to get Luisa and Countess together for a duet, but the men never leave the stage and it soon morphs into a weird a cappella ensemble. By contrast, there are four strong roles for men and only one of them is a tenor. When's the last time you heard a duet for two basses?
One of these basses was Newcomer Solomon Howard, who sang Wurm, the ostensible villain of the piece. He couldn't quite hold his own next to Quinn Kelsey, but his voice shows promise and I liked his physicality. Kelsey is probably the best actor in the bunch--a vital choice, since as Miller he runs the widest gamut of emotions. Van Horn was solid as the Count. As for Calleja, he's got beautiful tone and flawless diction (being the only native speaker of Italian in the cast), but he's more from the stand-and-sing school. Fortunately, that works when playing a hapless pretty boy like Rodolfo.
I remembered liking Krassimira Stoyanova when I last saw her, but I don't recall her tone being so warbly. She also looks old for the part, which was particularly noticeable from where we were seated, but fortunately can still sound young enough to sell Luisa's youthful poor decisions. Alisa Kolosova sang the Countess and made the most of the only role allowed to really have any fun on stage; rather than feeling sorry for he for being jilted, you're happy she escapes marrying into a family of deplorables.
Apart from the oddities previously mentioned, it's a good early Verdi score, though light on the choral bits. I was seated closer than I've ever been before, but also farther to the side. (Eighth row right on the outermost aisle.) It's nice for a change to feel the music as much as hear it and relax in the knowledge that it can easily drown out most incidental noises. (The Upper Balcony is an exercise ignoring distractions.)
I've heard the production team are still way into playing around with their new set machinery, but the production decisions didn't seem much stranger than before. Chief among these was a huge free-hanging canvas which dominated the right half of the stage, moving along a track and changing to express different settings. There's some quirky use of silhouetted supernumeries in the court scenes, notably in the hunt scene where they walk by with an increasingly less-identifiable series of animal corpses. But the lighting was good overall and I liked the use of a simple rounded set which, with minimal alterations, suggested a village, a wood, a courtyard, and a church. I was actually surprised they had to lower the curtain for a set change in the second act.
I had concerns I'd be too tired to really enjoy the show but it's a short opera--we were out by 10 p.m.--and I'd managed to get a rare full night's sleep. It also avoided some of the usual pitfalls of Italian opera. The first act love duet that always puts me to sleep? It was short and bouncy and for a change the lovers actually knew each other and weren't just meeting for the first time. It also helps immeasurably having someone at your side with the sensibility to laugh and cry at the same parts.
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It's an odd little gem. The plot is apparently adapted very loosely from Schiller, which makes me curious about the source material, since it's pure melodrama, with more twists than the Timmelsjoch Hochalpenstrasse. Despite that, it does mostly focus on ordinary people who make some extraordinarily bad choices.
The number one bad choice is Rodolfo, son of the local count and complete meathead. Luisa's father sizes him up accurately as a playboy who hasn't thought through the consequences of a romance with a commoner but she is undeterred. This leads to a ludicrous scene where, when cornered by his father, the young heir first demands to be led off in chains along with his beloved, then threatens to stab her through the heart, and finally remembers the plan he voiced only minutes earlier to use his knowledge of his father's Dark Secret to blackmail him.
That is one of the oddest facets to the opera: It's a love story, but between father and daughter. As
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Another odd feature is the sex imbalance in the cast. Besides Luisa, there are only two other female singing roles: the Countess who Rudolfo's father has promised him to and a gal pal of Luisa's. The latter has a bit part, and the former not much more than that. It takes some finessing to get Luisa and Countess together for a duet, but the men never leave the stage and it soon morphs into a weird a cappella ensemble. By contrast, there are four strong roles for men and only one of them is a tenor. When's the last time you heard a duet for two basses?
One of these basses was Newcomer Solomon Howard, who sang Wurm, the ostensible villain of the piece. He couldn't quite hold his own next to Quinn Kelsey, but his voice shows promise and I liked his physicality. Kelsey is probably the best actor in the bunch--a vital choice, since as Miller he runs the widest gamut of emotions. Van Horn was solid as the Count. As for Calleja, he's got beautiful tone and flawless diction (being the only native speaker of Italian in the cast), but he's more from the stand-and-sing school. Fortunately, that works when playing a hapless pretty boy like Rodolfo.
I remembered liking Krassimira Stoyanova when I last saw her, but I don't recall her tone being so warbly. She also looks old for the part, which was particularly noticeable from where we were seated, but fortunately can still sound young enough to sell Luisa's youthful poor decisions. Alisa Kolosova sang the Countess and made the most of the only role allowed to really have any fun on stage; rather than feeling sorry for he for being jilted, you're happy she escapes marrying into a family of deplorables.
Apart from the oddities previously mentioned, it's a good early Verdi score, though light on the choral bits. I was seated closer than I've ever been before, but also farther to the side. (Eighth row right on the outermost aisle.) It's nice for a change to feel the music as much as hear it and relax in the knowledge that it can easily drown out most incidental noises. (The Upper Balcony is an exercise ignoring distractions.)
I've heard the production team are still way into playing around with their new set machinery, but the production decisions didn't seem much stranger than before. Chief among these was a huge free-hanging canvas which dominated the right half of the stage, moving along a track and changing to express different settings. There's some quirky use of silhouetted supernumeries in the court scenes, notably in the hunt scene where they walk by with an increasingly less-identifiable series of animal corpses. But the lighting was good overall and I liked the use of a simple rounded set which, with minimal alterations, suggested a village, a wood, a courtyard, and a church. I was actually surprised they had to lower the curtain for a set change in the second act.
I had concerns I'd be too tired to really enjoy the show but it's a short opera--we were out by 10 p.m.--and I'd managed to get a rare full night's sleep. It also avoided some of the usual pitfalls of Italian opera. The first act love duet that always puts me to sleep? It was short and bouncy and for a change the lovers actually knew each other and weren't just meeting for the first time. It also helps immeasurably having someone at your side with the sensibility to laugh and cry at the same parts.