Unless you’ve made a close study of the history of the
French Revolution, the story of Andrea Chenier as penned
by Giordano’s librettist Luigi Illica can be more than
a little confusing. Although what we have here is essentially
a simple love triangle, Illica’s predilection for repeatedly
throwing in historical references to long forgotten personalities
(Necker? Tallien? Dumouriez?), political factions (Girondins?)
and social phenomena of the period (merveilleuses?) can
easily distract a modern audience from the essential plot.
Thankfully, this particular production keeps everything as clear
and simple as possible and it will certainly appeal to anyone
who found the recently issued DVD of the Bregenz Festival’s
2011 Andrea Chénier (see
here) just a little bit too off the wall.
Apart from its clarity, the biggest assets are the three leading
singers. In an age when many cleverly promoted vocalists are
perceived by the public as “opera stars” even though
they’ve never actually performed in a full stage production,
José Cura is the real thing and undeniably one of today’s
most exciting operatic tenors. I was justifiably taken with
his Turiddu/Canio in Arthaus Musik’s Cav and Pag
double bill from a couple of years back (see
here) and this is another performance in the same league.
In the first Act he commands the stage from a passionately delivered
Un di, all' azzuro onwards. After that neither Maddalena
nor the theatre audience can resist his appeal. Later on, Cura
takes full advantage of all the show-stopping opportunities
that have made the opera a favourite with those tenors with
the self confidence (or self regard) to take it on. Radiating
immense charisma and intensity, he has a great stage presence
- especially once he has discarded the Act 1 ancien regime’s
sartorial fripperiesin favour of the more fetchingly
heroic costumes of the Revolutionary era.
Some great tenors of the past certainly usedAndrea Chénier
as a vehicle to showcase their own stardom. The stentorian Mario
Del Monaco, in particular, often faces that accusation, though
when he is paired with an equally powerful Maddalena such as
Renata Tebaldi (they may be seen together in two DVD performances
- Bel Canto Society BCS-D0003 from 1955 and VAI 4419 from six
years later - and heard on Decca CD set 425 407-2) the results
are undeniably spectacular.
Jose Cura is, though, a generous performer who recognises very
sensibly that the presence of other strong singers on stage
will serve only to enhance his own performance. Fortunately,
Maria Guleghina (Maddalena) and Carlo Guelfi (Gerard) are also
very skilled, both vocally and in their acting. The beauty of
Guleghina’s voice is apparent from her first entrance
and she lives her part most convincingly, from her coquettish
teasing in the first act to her renunciation of life for the
sake of love in the last: watch how, in their Act 2 duet, she
pays close attention to Cura’s words and gestures and
reacts utterly appropriately and convincingly.
Gerard’s character is a more complex one than Maddalena’s,
buffeted as he is by a range of conflicting emotions from the
very start. Carlo Guelfi, an immensely strong presence on the
Bologna stage, expresses that inner complexity and tension very
well and makes his character the opera’s real centrepiece.
In Act 3, his self-questioning monologue is very affectingly
done and the revelation of his long-suppressed feelings in his
subsequent duet with Maddalena is - as it ought to be - a real
dramatic highpoint, capped by the soprano’s powerful La
mamma morta.
Supporting roles are very well taken, too. Cinzia De Mola offers
us a Countess di Coigny who would be quite enough on her own
to justify the oncoming downfall of the French aristocracy.
Her idea of a ball for her preening, mincing friends is not
just a decorous minuet or two but a cabaret appearance by a
naked god Pan dancing lasciviously with his nymphs in a sort
of early version of a bunga-bunga party.
Giacinta Nicotra makes a strong impression as Maddalena’s
loyal servant Bersi, as does Carlo Cigni as Chénier’s
friend Roucher. I also enjoyed Pierre Lefebvre’s Uriah
Heep-like portrayal of the police spy, while Annie Vavrille,
singing the role of the old woman Madelon, makes a positive
and powerful contribution - even if her supposedly 15 years
old grandson looks here rather more like a twenty-something
toy-boy.
In fact, my few quibbles focus on the contribution of Giancarlo
del Monaco - the son, incidentally, of the aforementioned tenor
Mario Del Monaco, even though he differentiates himself with
a lower-case “d” in “del”. In this production
he combines the functions of stage director, set and costume
designer and, while I like the attractive and often eye-catching
costumes, the set and what happens on it are, at times, a little
more questionable.
The busier, more detailed sets work best. Act 1 boasts an impressive
mini Hall of Mirrors in beautifully muted pastels (echoed in
the costumes) and Act 3’s courtroom set, in which scaffolding
for the peasant jury is set up in the midst of a palatial gilded
ballroom, is equally striking. The opening of the third act,
set in Gerard’s office, and the final gaol scene are both
disappointingly rather sparse and impressionistically conceived.
Stage direction is generally convincing, although Act 2’s
procession of revolutionary heroes (“You see the last
one? Robespierre’s little brother”) is consigned
so far to the rear of the stage that it’s hard to see
exactly what is going on: the Bregenz production works better
as the dignitaries move diagonally across an area nearer the
front. Other than that, I liked the way that the crowd scenes
were marshalled - even though it looks odd to my eyes to see
soldiers, rather than horses, drawing the condemned prisoners’
tumbrels. Perhaps stage logistics or sheer cost precluded using
real animals?
As is often the case these days, stage action occasionally conflicts
with the words that we are hearing. Thus, towards the end of
the first act, it seems nonsense for the countess to angrily
exclaim “Who let that lot in? Out with that rabble!" when
the peasant “horde” interrupting her party consists
of just one man carrying in his arms the corpse of a boy. Similarly,
in the opera’s final moments, we hear a gaoler summoning
Chénier and Maddalena to their execution and the couple
affirming their eagerness to go willingly for the sake of their
mutual love. You might therefore reasonably expect to see them
climbing into a (no doubt soldier-drawn) tumbrel or at least
just disappearing off into the wings. But what we actually see
as the curtain falls is the lovers determinedly climbing a good
10 or 12 feet vertically up the bars of their cell that are
ranged across the front of the stage. If that isn’t a
belated attempt at a prison break, perhaps it symbolises their
ascent to heaven? It’s also an unnecessary bit of directorial
affectation that left me rather bemused when I ought, rather,
to have been emotionally overwhelmed, both by the emotional
drama and by Giordano’s tremendously uplifting final duet
(“In our death, love triumphs!”)
In that duet - and in fact all through the opera, by the way
- the singers are well supported by an orchestra that plays
idiomatically and to the manner-born. They are very well directed,
as one would expect, by the experienced Carlo Rizzi.
The television/video directing is also generally fine, although
I am surprised that no-one seemed to notice when, at about 40:13
in Act 2, a poorly chosen camera angle gives us a glimpse of
an actor waiting in the wings. If we really were in Revolutionary
times, the cameraman responsible would, without the slightest
doubt, have been en route for the guillotine before you
could even begin to say merveilleuses.
Rob Maynard