Rosenkavalier is 
                sometimes unfairly portrayed as one 
                of the high-points of sentimental kitsch. 
                To me this is quite misguided, and ignores 
                emotional complexity of this opera, 
                which deals sensitively, and ultimately 
                very poignantly, with some uncomfortable 
                emotions – awareness of growing old, 
                ending a cherished affair and tooth-grinding 
                humiliation ... to name but three. This 
                Covent Garden performance has transferred 
                to video and DVD remarkably successfully, 
                partly because the singing and acting 
                of the principals is so good, but chiefly 
                because conductor Georg Solti finds 
                an excellent balance between sharp characterisation 
                and sumptuous romance; between wit and 
                mischief on the one hand and profound 
                feelings on the other. Though sensitive 
                to its beauties, Solti keeps the music 
                moving along, never becoming sloppy 
                or over-indulgent. 
              
 
              
The production captures 
                Kiri te Kanawa at her very best. She 
                sounds and looks wonderful, and embodies 
                the role with total commitment, in a 
                way that is ultimately very moving. 
                She conveys superbly the transition 
                of the Marschallin from a playfully 
                voracious lover when the curtain goes 
                up on Act I, via her profound meditation 
                on advancing age at the close of that 
                same act, all the way to the self-sacrifice 
                she offers to Octavian and Sophie at 
                the end of Act III. I would love to 
                think – and it’s perfectly possible 
                to believe - that the tears visible 
                on her cheeks at the end of Act I are 
                completely genuine and innocent of any 
                chemical stimulation! 
              
 
              
Anne Howells as Octavian 
                presents a bit of a problem. She is 
                vocally very fine, but not in the top 
                league, along with say Ludwig on Karajan’s 
                1950s recording, or von Otter for Kleiber 
                on DG and Haitink on EMI. Under the 
                close scrutiny of DVD, she looks all 
                wrong too – very obviously a woman, 
                not a teenage boy, though she certainly 
                appears more convincing in her Act II 
                garb as the Knight of the Rose. 
              
 
              
Barbara Bonney, on 
                the other hand, is just perfect. She 
                inhabits Sophie’s very high tessitura 
                without the slightest sign of strain, 
                produces the most gorgeous tone, and 
                manages to suggest simultaneously the 
                vulnerability and strength of character 
                of this girl poised on the edge of womanhood. 
                Her moments with Te Kanawa near the 
                end of the opera are supremely memorable 
                and touching. 
              
 
              
Haugland makes an excellent 
                Ochs, the country-bumpkin/parvenu who 
                gets his come-uppance-with-knobs-on 
                in Act III. There are walk-on parts 
                by distinguished artists such as Robert 
                Tear as Valzacchi and Cynthia Buchan 
                as his co-conspirator Anina, while Dennis 
                O’Neill deals splendidly with the poisoned 
                chalice of The Singer in Act I (potentially 
                a tenor’s graveyard, two minutes of 
                molto con belto, replete with 
                top Cs, and no time even to collect 
                a round of applause!). Jonathan Summers 
                as Faninal, however, looks and sounds 
                too youthfully healthy for an ageing 
                man supposedly on the point of collapse. 
              
 
              
Schlesinger’s production 
                keeps the action taut, matching the 
                qualities and approach of Solti’s conducting. 
                The whole thing has that invaluable 
                live feeling, which makes it 
                so preferable to the ‘on location’ opera 
                DVDs that abound at present. Thus Carmen 
                strolling round Sevilla, while the voice 
                she is miming to very obviously emerges 
                from a studio hundreds of miles away, 
                reducing the whole thing to the level 
                of a pop video. This DVD of Strauss’s 
                best loved opera is an unforgettable 
                musical and visual experience. 
              
Gwyn Parry-Jones