Various DVD Butterflies 
                have flitted past me. I stick to my 
                guns that Edo de Waart’s Netherlands 
                version (with Cheryl Barker as Cio-Cio-San) 
                sits on the top of the list (review 
                ); Domingo as conductor in an insectile 
                production tops the curiosity value 
                list but little else, while Karajan 
                is Karajan with all that entails 
              
This TDK version is 
                from the Arena di Verona and as such 
                is a big affair. The Stage Director, 
                Franco Zefirelli, pulls no punches. 
                In using such a large space, it becomes 
                clear the camera operators are stretched 
                – in big crowd-scenes camera movement 
                is sometimes jerky. There are some stunning 
                effects, though – the sheer colour-coordinational 
                prettiness of Butterfly’s entrance is 
                entrancing, a real feast for the eyes. 
                This is underlined by the absolutely 
                crystal clear picture. Here you hear 
                her voice but see, initially, a sea 
                of kimono. The most appealing part is 
                the Moon-Weaver, who makes his presence 
                felt during the Humming Chorus performed 
                by a black-clad chorus. The least appealing 
                is the dream-like soft-focus used for 
                Butterfly at one point. 
              
Cio-Cio-San here is 
                Fiorenza Cedolins. Her voice is fine, 
                and frequently more so although her 
                floated high notes are frequently only 
                nearly floated. The problem is 
                that she is about as un-Japanese in 
                looks as could possibly be – and if 
                she’s a teenager, I’m a bus stop. Worse, 
                she is hardly fragile and therefore 
                the vulnerability of the central character 
                is compromised. Her best moment possibly 
                comes at ‘Un bel dì’; huge – 
                and interruptive – applause follows 
                this. 
              
Marcello Giordani is 
                an acceptable Pinkerton; Juan Pons a 
                good, confident Sharpless - particularly 
                in Act 2. Striuli makes a commanding 
                Bonze even though his voice is rather 
                coloured. Giordani in fact takes time 
                to warm into the role. He is significantly 
                more impressive towards the end of Act 
                1 than at his entrance. The weak link 
                is Battiato’s Yamadori, loud of voice 
                but without depth. 
              
Francesca Franci is 
                a rich voiced Suzuki. Her ‘Povera Butterfly’ 
                in Act 3 is most affecting. The Kate 
                of Mina Blum is appealingly fresh-voiced. 
              
The recording of the 
                orchestra is lacking in depth; the portions 
                around ‘America Forever’ being cases 
                in point. Towards the end of Act 1 it 
                becomes absolutely clear that the balance 
                unnaturally favours the brass. By mid-Act 
                2 it was driving me crazy. 
              
Lovers of opera-in-the-round 
                spectaculars will like this. Musically 
                it is no disaster, it’s just that there 
                are better around. And beware that orchestral 
                recording quality. 
              
Colin Clarke