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Giacomo PUCCINI (1858 – 1924)
Turandot (Completion of Act III by Luciano Berio)
Gabriele Schnaut (soprano) – Turandot; Robert Tear (tenor) – Altoum; Paata Burchuladze (bass) – Timur; Johan Botha (tenor) – Calaf; Cristina Gallardo-Domās (soprano) – Lių; Boaz Daniel (baritone) – Ping; Vicente Ombuena (tenor) – Pang; Steve Davislim (tenor) – Pong; Robert Bork (bass) – A Mandarin;
Konzertvereinigung Wiener Staatsopernchor, Tölzer Knabenchor,
Wiener Philharmoniker/Valery Gergiev
Stage Director: David Pountney; Set Design: Johan Engels; Costume Design: Marie-Jeanne Lecca; Lighting: Jean Kalman
Directed for Television and Video by Brian Large
Sound Format: PCM Stereo, DD 5.0, DTS 5.0
Subtitles: GB, DE, FR, ES, IT, CN
Picture Format: 16:9
Bonus: Interviews with Gabriele Schnaut and David Pountney
rec. live, Salzburger Festspiele, 2002
ARTHAUS 107 094 [125:00;
Bonus: 16:00]
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Anyone who has ever visited Salzburg will at once feel at home
during the opening titles, where great views from the town and
its surroundings are shown. As soon as the opera begins we are
immediately transported to the cruel reality of ancient Peking,
where the decapitated head of one of Turandot’s suitors falls
to the ground. Ancient Peking? No, we are viewing a high-technological
industrial society with running wheels and the like. The associations
go to Chaplin’s Modern times so we are in for yet another
picture of our own society but with the story from a very distant
past. History repeats itself? Ping, Pang and Pong are grotesque
characters in science-fiction costumes and wearing clown-like
masks. Generally masks play a central role and it’s like a puppet
show with a visible puppet-master changing the position of the
masks. People don’t show their real faces - life is a masked
ball. The Pountney concept is based on the thought that ‘the
fatal combination of rapid technological progress, which is
gradually spinning out of control, and inhuman political systems
poses a fundamental threat to all human values. The freedom
and the existence of the individual appear to be constantly
threatened by a soulless, robot-like administration, and the
individual is absorbed or even eliminated by an amorphous, brutal
mass’ (Quote from the booklet). The first impression was that
here is a direction that works against Puccini’s music but gradually
all the sprawling pieces of this gigantic jigsaw-puzzle started
to fit together. In the end the production stood out as one
of the most magnificent and deeply-probing realisations of Puccini’s
ultimate and perhaps greatest masterpiece. In line with this
it was also a natural choice to use Luciano Berio’s completion
of the third act. Not that I like it very much. I saw a production
at the Staatsoper in Berlin several years ago where the Berio
was also used and, though Alfano’s ending, which has become
the standard, has its detractors I still feel that he comes
much closer to Puccini’s intentions, interesting though the
Berio can be once in a while as an alternative. It adds nothing
of importance – more than that it is far longer than Alfano’s
or at least that’s the feeling I get.
The combination of the fiery Gergiev and the refined Wiener
Philharmoniker works extremely well. There is a thrust and rhythmic
intensity that catapults the action forward mercilessly. The
chorus from Vienna State Opera are well attuned to this music
and there is a hair-raising impact in the first act choruses.
The cast of solo singers is starry, down to the three ministers,
who have rarely been so impressive. I have heard elderly-sounding
interpreters of Emperor Altoum but few with such verbal acuity
as the late Robert Tear. Paata Burchuladze’s mighty and sonorous
voice has always impressed me and as so often in this opera
when a good bass is available one feels that it is a pity he
has so little to sing. Verdi would have given him at least one
aria to show his capacity in full.
I saw and heard Cristina Gallardo-Domās as Lių in Paris more
than a decade ago and have ever since hoped that there would
be a recording with her in the role. Now my wish has come true
and I wasn’t disappointed. She has a quite voluminous voice
but with the ability to scale it down. She sings Lių’s two arias
with glowing tone and her stage manners are lovely. The last
act aria, just before her suicide is the musical high-spot in
this performance.
Johan Botha’s mighty tenor is unfortunately afflicted by an
annoying beat, not exactly a wobble but enough to disfigure
some of his singing. Nessun dorma is strong and not very
subtle but in a way that rhymes well with the inhuman setting.
Gabriele Schnaut is one of her generation’s great dramatic sopranos
and her Turandot is a high-voltage princess. Also visually she
is imposing. Like Botha she isn’t free from vocal blemishes.
In her case many years of a diet consisting of Isolde, Brünnhilde,
Elektra, Salome and the Dyer’s Wife in Die Frau ohne Schatten
has not passed unnoticed and the tone, though imposing, is rather
shaky.
In spite of these imperfections this production is still worth
seeing. Both visually and theatrically it is among the best.
By and large the singing is up to the requirements. Keep either
of Birgit Nilsson’s recordings - with Jussi Björling and Franco
Corelli respectively - at hand for the ultimate vocal experience.
Göran Forsling
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