There 
                  is a grainy but prescient Jansons family photograph of the four-year-old 
                  Mariss 'conducting', with baton, score and ranks of trouser 
                  buttons as his orchestra. Fifty years later Jansons was the 
                  subject of another musical ‘snapshot’, this time in rehearsal 
                  and performance with the Oslo Philharmonic, to which he was 
                  appointed musical director in 1979.
                
Born 
                  into a musical family, the young Latvian from Riga was propelled 
                  through the Leningrad Conservatory, to studies with Hans Swarowski 
                  in Vienna and on to apprenticeships with two of the most formidable 
                  conductors of the day – in more ways than one 
                  – Herbert von Karajan and 
                  Evgeny Mravinsky.  
                
Fortunately, 
                  as this affectionate film shows, Jansons did not inherit the 
                  dictatorial mien of his mentors. Nor is there any sign of the 
                  narcissistic conductor-centred camerawork that disfigures the 
                  Karajan films; instead we have a documentary shot in the round 
                  as it were, with cutaways to members of the orchestra playing 
                  and listening, often smiling. A happy band indeed.
                
But 
                  affable and easygoing as he is Jansons is no pushover. Behind 
                  the relaxed exterior lies a powerful musical intelligence; he 
                  knows precisely what he wants from his players and they are 
                  more than willing to oblige. Indeed, he manages to coax all 
                  manner of nuances from his string and brass players here, no 
                  mean feat given the constant collision of rhythms and textures 
                  in the piece.
                
The 
                  rehearsal sequence is a judicious balance between short musical 
                  fragments and longer passages on the one hand and archive footage 
                  and interviews on the other. Extraneous footage is kept to a 
                  minimum and there is no distracting visual trickery either, 
                  the latter so often the undoing of 'portraits' like this.
                
So, 
                  what about the music itself? Well, Bartók 's 'grotesque pantomime' 
                  has certainly had a chequered history. Its violent libretto, 
                  from a play by the Hungarian playwright Menyhért Lengyel, meant 
                  the stage work was rejected by opera houses in both Vienna and Budapest. The premiere, in Cologne on 27 
                  November 1926, created such a scandal 
                  that the city's mayor - and future German Chancellor - Konrad 
                  Adenauer banned it.
                
The 
                  suite has had an easier ride but a longer gestation. Bartók 
                  produced a version as early as 1919, which was performed under 
                  Fritz Busch in 1923. The final version was performed under Ernst 
                  von Dohnányi in Budapest five years later.
                
The 
                  Miraculous Mandarin has a bizarre plot, centred 
                  on three robbers who force a young girl to lure men off the 
                  street so they can be relieved of their wallets. The first two, 
                  a penniless rake and a shy young man, are summarily ejected 
                  but the third, a mandarin, is not so easily done over. The girl 
                  tries to seduce him with a wild dance but is repulsed by his 
                  advances. The thugs attempt to kill the mandarin but he miraculously 
                  survives suffocation, knifing and the rope. In a frenzied apotheosis 
                  the girl embraces the mandarin one last time, his wounds begin 
                  to bleed and, at last, he dies.  
                
On 
                  the big night Jansons draws some committed playing from the 
                  orchestra. Those strange clarinet and oboe solos, the trombone 
                  glissandi and the shriek of strings are well caught by 
                  the engineers, as are the mighty bass drum thwacks. Not surprisingly 
                  the audience applauds with some gusto as the conductor takes 
                  his bow.  
                
So 
                  what is it about these rehearsal/portrait films that is so endlessly 
                  fascinating? Is it the enduring 'maestro myth' that Norman Lebrecht 
                  debunks with such glee? These documentaries can capture something 
                  of the intense creative partnerships that produce great performances. 
                  Remember Bernstein's bad-tempered sessions for DG’s recording 
                  of West Side Story (DG DVD 073 4054)? Uncomfortable, 
                  unpleasant even, but the creative friction certainly produced 
                  great results, and that is really what matters. 
                
  
                  By contrast 
                  Morten Thomte's Oslo film never strays from its self-imposed 
                  'comfort zone' and, because of that, it is perhaps less revealing 
                  or interesting than it might be. As a promotional piece it certainly 
                  projects a warm, cosy image of Jansons the conductor but it 
                  doesn't offer searching insights into either the man or the 
                  music. If you want more of the former the Ein Heldenleben performance on RCO DVD 0414 has a more extended feature on 
                  the conductor’s life and work. If you want the latter try Claudio 
                  Abbado's excellent LSO recording on DG 445 501-2, coupled with 
                  Two Portraits Op. 5 and Leoš Janáček's Sinfonietta. A very fine disc it is too.
                
Even 
                  if Jansons’ performance of the Bartók doesn’t compare with the 
                  best available no one can deny that he and the Oslo Philharmonic 
                  were an excellent creative partnership. Nowhere is this more 
                  evident than in their Tchaikovsky symphony cycle for Chandos 
                  (CHAN 10392).  
                
The 
                  genial photographs of Jansons on the DVD booklet and the disc 
                  itself say it all, really. The video quality is fine, if not 
                  up to the standards of more recent issues, and the disc's soundtrack 
                  is PCM stereo only. At 55 minutes the disc may seem short measure 
                  but given the relatively light-hearted – even lightweight – nature of its content 
                  I'd say the filmmakers have pitched it just about right.  
                
Dan 
                  Morgan