Like all Cilea’s works, Adriana Lecouvreur 
                  exists only on the fringes of the operatic repertoire. Dramatically 
                  speaking it’s a load of old hokum, but it is chock-full 
                  of tunes to die for. Covent Garden’s only previous production 
                  had been in 1906, but in 2010 they brought in a new one from 
                  David McVicar and showered it with stars. Having done the rounds 
                  in cinemas, the results now arrive on DVD. They’re worth 
                  a wait of 104 years. 
                    
                  I was lucky enough to be in the theatre on the night this production 
                  was filmed. The sense of anticipation in the audience was febrile 
                  and in the end it turned out to be a red-letter night in the 
                  Royal Opera’s recent history. How could it fail to be 
                  when they pulled out the stops to procure possibly the finest 
                  lyric soprano and tenor in the world today? Unless you have 
                  a decent Adriana there is no point in even starting with this 
                  piece, and Angela Gheorghiu is an inspired piece of casting 
                  for the heroine. Apparently, mounting the piece at Covent Garden 
                  was her idea, and she personally requested McVicar as the director. 
                  Every inch the diva in real life, she loves playing the fragile, 
                  wounded heroine, the actress who wowed the Comédie 
                  Française with her stage presence but was unlucky 
                  in real life. If anything, this role suits Gheorghiu even better 
                  than that of Tosca, the other great diva of the stage. While 
                  her Tosca can sometimes be self-conscious or held back, she 
                  loves ascending the heights for Adriana. The voice is in fantastic 
                  shape here too: rich and bloomy with a pearly edge that really 
                  sets it off. She sounds imperious yet humble in her first act 
                  aria, Io son l’umile ancella, commanding the stage 
                  with supreme confidence lifting every phrase and achieving a 
                  gorgeous quality of luxury in her top notes. Poveri fiori 
                  in the final act is shot through with vulnerability and loss 
                  without losing the beauty of tone. Throughout she acts most 
                  convincingly - not something you’ll hear said of her very 
                  often! - especially in her Act 3 monologue where she denounces 
                  the Princess, her rival. 
                    
                  Next to her is the most thrilling tenor we have today, Jonas 
                  Kaufmann. There is an excitement about his voice and stage presence 
                  that is infectious, and it’s hard not to get swept up 
                  in the experience of watching him. His first entry in Act 1 
                  is exhilarating as he strides onto the stage singing the heroine’s 
                  name, and then goes into a thrilling account of La dolcissima 
                  effighe. Every phrase is endowed phrase with dark beauty. 
                  He does the music the great honour of taking it seriously! Kaufmann’s 
                  voice has a low-lying, baritonal quality that gives everything 
                  he sings an extra element of sensuousness, a real audio treat 
                  for the listener. He is as capable of sounding thrilling (Il 
                  russo Mencikoff) as he is of sounding jaded and weary (L’anima 
                  ha stanca). The real highlights of the set are the pair’s 
                  duets. The lovely Act 4 duet where Maurizio proposes marriage 
                  is gently communicative, almost apologetic, while their Act 
                  2 duet catches fire in a way that lifted me out of my seat in 
                  the theatre and felt just as good on the screen. Listen, by 
                  the way, to the astonishing diminuendo that Kaufmann 
                  achieves on the final note of Act 4: pure class. 
                    
                  As the Princess, Olga Borodina chews up the scenery, singing 
                  with a voice so commanding that it takes you aback when you 
                  first hear her. She is a thrilling villainess, inhabiting every 
                  nasty bone of this character but so exciting to watch and listen 
                  to that she never loses the audience’s interest. In total 
                  contrast is the hugely sympathetic Michonnet of Alessandro Corbelli, 
                  warm and humane, singing with wounded beauty throughout and 
                  evoking a marvellous sense of quiet loss in his unreturned love 
                  for Adriana. The lesser roles are all well taken and the actors 
                  in the Comédie Française have a crackling 
                  sense of spontaneity to their ensembles. 
                    
                  McVicar’s production is another treat, this time for the 
                  eyes, and sets the production squarely in its period (early 
                  18th century France) but with the clever twist of 
                  placing a replica wooden theatre at the heart of the stage action. 
                  We see the theatre rotated at various angles in each scene: 
                  in the third act we see the proscenium front-on and the stage 
                  makes a perfect venue for the ballet at the prince’s party. 
                  Angled slightly, it forms the entrance for the Act 2 shenanigans 
                  at the house of La Duclos. Viewed from the side it provides 
                  the backstage area of the Comédie Française, 
                  allowing us to see Adriana as she delivers her monologue. It’s 
                  very effectively used in the final scene where we see it from 
                  behind, stripped bare to reflect the forlorn and loveless state 
                  of Adriana’s life. As she dies her former colleagues draw 
                  near on the stage to take their farewell of her. As a motif 
                  it unifies the action brilliantly, as well as forming some meta-theatrical 
                  comment on the characters’ grasp of the relationship between 
                  real life and make-believe. The costume designs are outstandingly 
                  well observed and sumptuously beautiful. The whiff of greasepaint 
                  hangs over the whole event. We also get a delectable ballet 
                  for the Judgement of Paris in the third act. 
                    
                  The orchestra play brilliantly and the balance against the singers 
                  is captured in excellent surround sound. Mark Elder’s 
                  conducting is clear and precise, moulding each phrase with love, 
                  be it the jollity of the opening scene or, most effectively, 
                  the anaemic prelude to Act 4, which feels only a few steps away 
                  from that of La Traviata. The bonus feature, by the way, 
                  is of very high quality, featuring highly informative interviews 
                  with Gheorghiu, Kaufmann, Elder and McVicar, as well as designer 
                  Charles Edwards. It gives lots of insights into the process 
                  behind putting the production together. 
                    
                  All told, then, this set is an absolute winner. It even supersedes 
                  Levine’s Sony CDs as an overall first choice for this 
                  opera in any format. It’s brilliantly sung and acted, 
                  and it looks fantastic too. I loved it, not only because it 
                  brought back memories of a great evening, but because it shows 
                  off two stars at the peak of their form. It will provide any 
                  open-minded listener with 2½ hours of unalloyed operatic 
                  pleasure. Go ahead and treat yourself.   
                  
                  Simon Thompson