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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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