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SEEN AND HEARD
UK OPERA REVIEW
Wagner, Lohengrin:
Soloists, Chorus and Orchestra of the Royal Opera House, Semyon
Bychkov (conductor). Royal Opera House,
London, 27.4.2009 (MB)
Lohengrin – Johan Botha
Elsa – Edith Haller
Ortrud – Petra Lang
Telramund – Falk Struckmann
King Henry the Fowler – Kwangchul Youn
Herald – Boaz Daniel
First Noble – Haoyin Xue
Second Noble – Ji-Min
Park
Third Noble – Kostas Smoriginas
Fourth Noble – Vuyani Mlinde
Pages – Anne Osborne, Deborah Peake Jones, Amanda Floyd, Kate
McCarney
Elijah Moshinsky (director)
Andrew Sinclair (associate director)
John Napier (designs)
William Hobbs (fight director)
Oliver Fenwick (lighting)
The good
news is that, musically, this proved a strong Lohengrin. Semyon Bychkov, who has
recently recorded the work – a rarity indeed in these straitened times – elicited
some of the best playing I have heard from the Orchestra of the Royal Opera
House. Perhaps most remarkable were the sweet-toned strings, their presence
immediately signalled in a luminescent first-act Prelude; so sweet, indeed, did
they sound that one could have believed oneself in Vienna. Each section,
however, provided aural delight, the woodwind delectable and the brass
warm-toned, never brash. Bychkov’s shaping of the work’s three acts was very
fine; there was certainly none of the stopping and starting that have so
disfigured a number of recent Wagner performances at Covent Garden. My only real
criticism was a very small number of occasions, most notably at the end of the
first act, when the tone was lightened in conjunction with a greater metrical
rigidity. Claudio Abbado showed a good number of years ago that one can present
a somewhat Italianate Lohengrin without cheapening Wagner in a Verdian
direction. These were minor blemishes, however, to a generally excellent
account.
Johan Botha as Lohengrin
Edith Haller displayed considerable virtues – as well as slightly but fatally
flawed virtue – as Elsa. Her occasional veering towards a slightly more
Italianate form of expression might conceivably have bothered some but her
attention to melodic concerns was far from out of place here. Haller has a
beautiful voice but is clearly also an intelligent singer. Petra Lang proved an
estimable Ortrud. If she could not banish memories of Waltraud Meier in this
production six years ago, that would have been to ask the impossible. Lang may
not quite possess Meier’s extraordinary stage presence but she performed her
role very well, with commendable attention both to detail and to the longer
line. If Ortrud did not make as strong an impression as she might have done
until later on, that was largely a matter of being hamstrung by so inert a
production. Gerd Grochowski was due to assume the role of Telramund later on in
the run but Falk Struckmann’s tracheitis ensured an earlier Royal Opera debut
for Grochowski. It was a pity not to be able to hear Struckmann who, time and
again, has shown himself to be a fine Wagnerian (although only once at Covent
Garden,
as Amfortas). Grochowski confirmed the impression I had in the Berlin
performance previously mentioned: he sings musically but can sometimes be a
little overpowered by the orchestra. A certain degree of weakness might be
considered in character but Friedrich needs at some level also to be a credible
alternative leader. Kwangchul Youn had also appeared in Berlin, as King Henry.
His performance here was more mixed; indeed, his surprising insecurity in the
later stages of the first act made me wonder whether he was ill, although no
announcement was made. Choral singing was of a predictably high standard, if
without quite the edge of Eberhard Friedrich’s State Opera Chorus for the Unter
den Linden house.
So, mostly good news concerning the musical performance. There remains to be
considered, I am afraid, Elijah Moshinsky’s production. It is not only in the
light of
Stefan Herheim’s magnificent achievement in Berlin that Moshinsky’s effort
pales; I had sought in vain to discern any dramatic insight when the production
was last mounted in 2003. ‘Traditionalists’ might, I suppose, like this lifeless
pageant, in which absurd Christian and pagan totems are wheeled on and off, a
risible combat scene makes one wonder about – but finally decide against –
comedy having being intended, and the direction of the chorus is more or less
limited to walking on and off and having each member cross himself. (With
respect to the chorus, Herheim’s virtuosity had been almost incredible.)
However, even the notoriously unadventurous
Johan Botha was a successful Lohengrin, at least in vocal terms. Apart from a
few instances when he seemed to be tiring, during the second act, his tone was
well projected and his line well moulded. It is only really by comparison with
Klaus Florian Vogt’s truly stellar performance
in Berlin earlier this month that one might register any vocal disappointment.
The other reservation one might entertain is his stage presence. Far be it from
me to suggest that one should prefer singers on accounts of their looks, or even
their figure, but in physical stature, Botha is something of a throwback – and a
half? – to an earlier age, with acting skills to match. A charismatic hero he is
not.
Edith Haller (Elsa) left and Petra Lang as Ortrud
The ‘idea’
is clear enough, that of a clash between paganism and Christianity. This is
undeniably present in the text but in itself does not get anywhere near to the
heart of Wagner’s dramatic concerns. It is rather as if someone were to claim
that Tosca is ‘about’ the French Revolutionary Wars. One might, of course, make
something rather interesting out of a clash of belief systems, especially given
the undeniably nationalistic aspects of Lohengrin – more prominent than in any
other of Wagner’s dramas – but there does not seem to have been made even the
slightest attempt to address any issues with contemporary resonance, or indeed
to explore any issues at all. I do not mean to imply that the work must be
updated, or even pulled unduly in our direction; however, remnants of paganism
in tenth-century Germany are not in and of themselves, I suspect, of particular
interest to many audiences today. Nor were they to Wagner.
Lohengrin is not an
historical drama; it is a myth with aspects of historical drama attached,
somewhat uncomfortably so. This Lohengrin, by contrast, appeared almost as if it
were a parody of Meyerbeer. If only it had been, it might just have been a
little more interesting. Let us hope that, the next time Wagner’s Romantic opera
returns to the Royal Opera House, it is in a new production. The wildest
excesses of Regietheater, even
Calixto Bieito at his most puerile, would be preferable to this. A somewhat
odd hint of the latter – not really, I know – came at the end with the return of
Gottfried and a prolonged, distinctly sexual embrace between him and Elsa. I
really did not know what to make of that at all, despite the references in the
programme to Freud and taboo; it seemed to come from nowhere, whereas one could
have predicted it only too readily with Bieito and his ilk. The totems must
also, I assume, have pointed to Freudian influence, but I did not feel this
reflected or explored in the action; again, I can only wish that I had.
One final
matter: many of the programme essays were of a very high standard. John
Deathridge and James Treadwell are always very much worth reading on Wagner.
Likewise Patrick Carnegy on production history, although I thought him perhaps a
little too diplomatic in his reference to Moshinsky. But if Wagner himself is to
be given space – and it seems to me an excellent idea that this should be so –
can it please be in a new translation? To present him even in an adaptation from
William Ashton Ellis will make the composer, especially to those less versed in
his prose works, seem like a raving lunatic. Ellis is often surprisingly
accurate but his style is so bizarre that it is best restricted to those who
know the German already.
Mark Berry
Pictures © Clive Barda
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