Janácek, The Makropulos
Case (new production premiere)
: English National Opera, 18.05 2006 (JPr)
Conductor: Sir Charles Mackerras
Producer: Christopher Alden
Sets: Charles Edwards
Costumes: Sue Wilmington
Lighting: Adam Silverman
Cast
Emilia Marty - Cheryl Barker
Albert Gregor - Robert Brubaker
Vitek - John Graham-Hall
Kristina - Elena Xanthoudakis
Jaroslav Prus - John Wegner
Janek - Thomas Walker
Dr Kolenatý - Neal Davies
Technician - Graeme Danby
Cleaning Woman - Kathleen Wilkinson
Hauk-Šendorf - Graham Clark
Chamber Maid - Susanna Tudor-Thomas
Christopher Alden’s new production of Janácek’s
The Makropulos Case opened at the London Coliseum
on 18 May with his words fresh in my mind: ‘It’s
the portrait of any person, who because of a relationship
with their parents and the world they live in created
a personality for themselves that is all about power and
all about their control. The great tragedy in her (Emilia
Marty’s) life was that she could never really be
alive.’ Not quite as ‘in your face’
as some of his revisionist colleagues or even his twin
brother, David, he advocates ‘If we’re trying
to develop a younger audience, then taking a modernist
stance about it and presenting some connection to the
art of the moment that we’re living in has more
potential to engage people.’ He seemed the perfect
match for his conductor, Sir Charles Mackerras, who has
pronounced against ‘the plague of produceritis’
and who brought this work to the London stage for the
first time in 1964: he also conducted the iconic David
Poutney production in 1982.
So what did Alden do with it? During the angular and percussive
overture we begin to see imitation marble walls and stage
right a line of swing doors, with large lawyer’s
desk, eclectic mix of chairs, neon lights and a blackboard
which sets the scene in slightly different ways for the
remaining acts as well. Costumes are post Wall Street
Crash and from any 1940’s or 50’s film noir.
When Marty enters she could be Norma Desmond from Wilder’s
Sunset Boulevard, complete with dark glasses and hat.
This pastiche expressionist black and white film look
extends to the greys and blacks of Charles Edwards’
sets and Sue Wilmington’s costumes and to the pasty
looking make-up for the singers.
This is not an opera that requires you to do background
research because the singers throughout Act I declaim
everything you need to know at that point, and the ENO’s
surtitles will never be more superfluous, because every
word of Norman Tucker’s elderly translation was
clearly understandable. There is little real action amongst
all this declamation but when Dr Kolenatý mentions
something about ‘childish nonsense’ he cowers
at the front of his desk. Gregor rests his head of Marty’s
lap as she sings of Elian. Dr Kolenatý’s
assistants, who sit at the side of the stage, help the
audience out by writing relevant names and dates on the
blackboard, a device that recurs in Acts II and III. The
act ends with Marty’s fans at the door with floral
tributes for her.
Act II begins in the same setting, now flower strewn.
Marty is now post-performance in negligee, now looking
distinctly like Greta Garbo. The music in this act calms
down a bit and from drawing out strained vocal histrionics
from Marty and Gregor during their ever soaring lines
in Act I there is a wonderful ‘cor blimey’
and ‘ain’t’ duologue between a cleaning
woman and a stage technician. Both Kathleen Wilkinson
and Graeme Danby deserve this special mention because
they were so at ease vocally and raised a laugh reminding
us that the original play the opera is based on was a
comedy. Otherwise it was all just a little too grim.
It was possible to count off the modern opera production
leitmotifs – little eye contact, chairs, a character
removes his shirt (there must always be one), people standing
facing the wall and so on. The one thing the night missed
was a chair actually being thrown over.
The staging was becoming more atmospheric
and featured another excellent cameo from Graham Clark
as Hauk-Šendorf recounting his affair with an Andalusian
Gypsy 50 years earlier. Marty, who had mirrored Gregor’s
pubescent love in Act I by staggering around the margins
of the stage, now relives her Flamenco past to castanet-tinted
accompaniment. More varied colours in the music allows
the singers in this act to present sharply observed characterisations
such as those previously mentioned and including the young
singer Kristina (an enchanting debut by Elena Xanthoudakis)
and Baron Prus’s son Janek as well as Jaroslav Prus
himself. John Wegner’s Baron is full of brooding
menace and all but twirls the ends of his moustache. Stripping
off ready for action he comes back on stage ready to get
his ‘reward’ for giving Marty the ancient
letter she has craved all along.
Act III opens with Marty in a sheet on the desk and the
Baron moaning how cold she was. He gives her the letter
and then receives the news of his lovelorn son’s
death. Hauk returns attempting to rekindle old passions,
barking mad he ends up in a straight jacket at the back
of the stage. Dr Kolenatý enters and Marty’s
luggage is ransacked, revealing the evidence of Marty’s
past lives. Marty is now grey-haired and nobody believes
her stories of being born in 1585 and living for over
300 years. She is bonded to the letter with the formula
for the elixir, only breaking this bond in her death throes
when everyone realises she told the truth.
It must be noted, as Vanda Prochazka writes in the programme,
that ‘the rehearsals for this production…
became instrumental in providing a platform for exploring
various readings of what we considered to be Janácek’s
‘final’ text’ – he is editing
the new version to be published by Universal Edition.
The production was also being recorded for release on
Chandos records. It was all certainly in safe hands with
Sir Charles Mackerras, and the ENO orchestra cannot have
played so well for years: the brass, one of the foci of
attention in these revisions of the score, was especially
impressive.
It was a hard-driven performance and the singers would
have benefited had the music been reined back a bit. The
string - emphasised romantic moments never generated sufficient
emotion for me and everything seemed rather cold, which
was, of course, in line with the staging, which had no
sympathy for Marty’s plight, apart from setting
her up as a victim of an abused childhood in being forced
to take the potion in the first place. She did love the
older Baron Joseph ‘Pepi’ Prus, as Marty makes
clear during her final outburst echoed by the regimented,
almost robotic, chorus. We did not feel sympathy for her
or for poor Janek who kills himself because he is infatuated
with her. We were however in awe of Cheryl Barker’s
vocal stamina and security as Marty: she was poised, if
not quite entirely at ease with the seductive side of
her character, and certainly there was no world-weary
melancholia - she was manipulative and cold-hearted from
the very beginning. This was her role debut as Emilia
Marty and to my mind she has not yet sung the role into
her voice: she was steady, harsh and commanding, but surely
there should have been some sweetness in her singing,
if not her acting?
Robert Brubaker was a sturdy Gregor although, like Cheryl
Barker, there was a thinness of tone at the top of the
voice. John Wegner used his darkly menacing baritone (he
is an excellent Klingsor) to splendid effect as Baron
Jaroslav Prus, and the rest of the cast made much of their
relatively minor roles: Graham Clark, of course, Thomas
Walker as the lovelorn Janek, a victim of his bully of
a father, Neal Davies the wheedling Dr Kolenatý
and the gangly John Graham-Hall his efficient assistant
Vitek.
Go if you are unfamiliar with the opera or have never
experienced Sir Charles Mackerras’s self-evident
love of Janácek’s music: he is in his 81st
year and unless he too finds the elixir for eternal youth
regrettably there may not be too many more opportunities.
Jim Pritchard
Photographs © ENO / Neil Libbert
2006