After multiple false starts, and a wait of
three years, Alexander Vedernikov this evening
unveiled a reborn Bol’shoi Opera. The premiere
was the Bol’shoi’s first staging of Prokofiev’s
"Fiery Angel" – stupendous singing,
credible realistic acting, gripping ensemble
action, eye-popping sets, dazzling lighting
– and above all, committed performances from
the Bol’shoi Orchestra and Chorus. From standards
that would disgrace a provincial Rep, Vedernikov
has staged work which is not merely worthy
of a national centre of excellence – this
is world-calibre work, at long last.
Careful musical preparation is evident everywhere.
Prokofiev’s kaleidoscopic orchestration is
allowed to shine with magnificent playing,
and new sense of pace that stretches from
beginning to end. At long, long, last, there
is an ensemble cast of soloists, partnering
and counter-balancing each other – instead
of the weary parade of "I have done it
this way for 30 years, laddie, and I am not
changing now" which has been the Bol’shoi’s
wretched hallmark so sadly often.
Oksana Krovitskaya excels in the title role
– lyrical and melodic where needed, confrontational
and spasmodic where the character demands
it. At last we have characters on the
Bol’shoi stage, who evolve and change as a
result of the action, and emerge as different
people at the end. Valery Alexeev’s credentials
were clear as one of the few worthwhile aspects
of the recent disastrous Mazeppa. As
Ruprecht he reveals an ardent burning lyricism
with an effortless upper range – world-class
singing indeed. But whereas a normal Bol’shoi
cast would then oscillate between the excellent
and the execrable, this cast is uniformly
spot-on, with no weak links. Vyacheslav Voinarovsky
quickly won audience favour as a preening
and petulant Mephistopheles, a foil to the
powerful and arresting performance of Vadim
Lynkovsky as the Inquisitor. Larisa Kostiuk
brought both vocal and emotional gravitas
to the Mother Superior, and Roman Muravitsky
wrestled successfully with the dense orchestral
texture accompanying Agrippa’s refusals to
aid Ruprecht. Maxim Merkulov made a compelling
performance from the entirely mute role of
Prince Heinrich. It would be even better to
be able to report that this was a Bol’shoi
Theatre cast – but most of the main roles
were invited performers of other theatres
(Alexeev from Mariinsky, Krovitskaya now works
entirely in USA, Kostiuk from Helikon etc).
However, at least the pressing need to hire
able singers who can credibly act their roles
has finally been heeded and acted-upon.
The set is a phenomenal achievement in its
own right – designed by Georgy Tsypin, it
begins as a decrepit Petersburg courtyard
(complete with crummy soviet lift), and ends
with collapsing walls, huge folding rooms
spilling-out from the upper storeys, and Renata
ascending into heaven on the lift, now neon-lit
and teetering precariously forwards. Quick-changes
are effortless – Agrippa’s alchemical laboratory
is especially effective. If this set does
not scoop the Awards, there is no justice
in heaven. But upon it is the outstanding
work of Francesca Zambello, directing the
action with a power and conviction that would
embarrass many "straight" theatres
– the most exciting work to have been seen
in the Bol’shoi since her Turandot, in fact.
No, thank God, this is not the same
Tatiana, and it is not the same Bol’shoi.
This is the Bol’shoi which Russia deserves
and needs – a vibrant, living, ensemble which
plays genuine theatre, and not backward-looking
"concerts in costumes". Its coming
is long overdue, but it is at last here –
and let Russia rejoice that finally you can
see work on Theatre Square that’s the equal
of the finest anywhere in the world. Welcome
home - we’ve missed you.
Neil McGowan