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AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL OPERA REVIEW
Puccini, Bohème :
Staatsoper unter den Linden, Berlin
Conductor: Gustavo Dudamel 1. 3. 2008 (BM)
A star-studded revival of Lindey Hume’s 2001 version of La
Bohème made for a run of satisfyingly sold-out performances at
Berlin’s Staatsoper unter den Linden, although the crowds were
hardly drawn by the staging itself. A nostalgic reference to the
golden years of Hollywood, complete with Musetta as a Marilyn
Monroe look-a-like, it came across as a randomly chosen, placating
and interchangeable production, though doubtless not devoid of
appeal for those who associate fond memories with these times, as
Humes obviously does herself. Her contribution to the program was
a somewhat self-indulgent, though not altogether boring - piece
about her grandmother, designed to add color to the production
concept.
On the contrary, it was Jonas Kaufmann’s long awaited “return” to
the German opera stage (as well as part of his launch into the
Italian repertoire) that made seats hard to come by. However, the
handsome Bavarian tenor, although a hot ticket by any measure, can
hardly by considered a discovery any longer at this point; it’s
just that he had to be (somewhat ludicrously) billed as “the new
Villazon” and sign with Decca (his new CD “Romantic Arias” was on
display all over the foyer) for his fellow countrymen to take such
major notice of him. Singing Rodolfo was an ideal opportunity for
him to show them how much he has to offer – the lovely timbre that
is a feature of a voice packed with power. Luckily for him his
voice is very strong indeed - and he has tremendous stage presence
and a sensitive approach to his role - because whiz-kid Gustavo
Dudamel regularly cranked up the volume of his beautiful, fluid
Puccini-phrases to fortissimo, thus putting all the vocalists
under quite some pressure). All in all, is Kaufmann virtually too
good to be true, or too perfect to come across as truly moving?
No, I would prefer to put that down to the indifferent staging –
one can hardly find fault with him for doing everything right.
Nonetheless, it seemed a shame that the audience paid him notably
more attention than his colleague Alexia Voulgaridou, thus
attesting to the fact that under the influence of too much media
hype, the public often loses its ability to simply listen / use
sound
judgement.
Her Mimì had every bit of the sweet quality of the soprano invoked
by Thomas Mann in “The Magic Mountain”, enhanced by a mysterious,
ravishing dark quality which makes her voice quite unique, the
variety of shades seeming to become increasingly varied as the
story unfolded and the heroine’s death drew closer. Her phrasing
is flawless and she moves with the poise of one who has sung a
role countless times (her appearance in Bregenz with Villazon is
available on DVD, incidentally) but wh0 never fails to give a
fresh performance, making the lost-key-scene a reflection of Henry
Murger’s musings on how love springs from spontaneous inspiration,
as if it were a form of improvisation. And by the way, her
first solo CD was released two years ago and well received, but
Arte Nova Classics is not as high-profile as Decca.
The remaining cast did well, although Anna Samuil as Musetta was
just a tad too shrill in her opening aria and Arttu Kataja sounded
a bit thin at times as Schaunard. Alfredo Daza was a reliable
Marcello and Alexander Vinogradov gave a poignant rendition of the
coat aria. But above all, the entire ensemble came together
superbly in thegreat feat of team work that is this opera,
building up the tension brilliantly right up until the end when
Mimì breathed her last and an inspired young Dudamel led the
orchestra from D flat major to b minor.
All the Staatsoper really needs to do now is invest in a new
production some time soon – and since much is made of it in the
lead program essay perhaps, why not base it on the ingenious film
by Kaurismäki – La Vie de Bohème? Or, at the risk of sounding
facetious, might I suggest they consider importing a recent and
excellent version by Graham Vick from as seemingly unlikely a
place as Athens (reviewed
here.)
Bettina Mara