No-one would hold up Adriana Lecouvreur as an example of 
                great musical theatre, and it has all but disappeared from our 
                modern stage mostly, I suspect, due to its laughable plot which 
                culminates in the heroine dying by poisoned violets!  This old-school 
                DVD, however, serves it as well as you could imagine with the 
                singers treating this load of old tosh far more seriously than 
                some would say it deserves.  
              
This is another one of the remarkable series 
                  of Lirica Italiana films, showing Japanese TV relays 
                  of big Italian troupes on tour in Tokyo.  VAI have cornered 
                  the niche in releasing these, and there are some truly astonishing 
                  titles in the series.  This one came later than most, which 
                  means that at least it’s in stereo, even if the sound is rather 
                  boxy.  The picture quality is pretty grainy, however, and as 
                  with all these VAI Japanese relays, there are Japanese subtitles 
                  embedded into the picture which you cannot remove.  The 
                  best you can hope for is to mask them with the English translation 
                  over the top, and after a while you can just about zone them 
                  out. 
                
No need to go into the story of this opera 
                  here: it’s famously inconsistent due to cuts that Cilea made 
                  during the rehearsal period, and the nonsensical plot twists 
                  would challenge even the most enthusiastic devotee of verismo.  
                  Let’s focus on the performances, which are absolutely tremendous.  
                  In the title role Caballé is on cracking form.  Somewhat like 
                  Callas, Caballé live is preferable to Caballé in the studio: 
                  she rises to the excitement of the occasion producing (almost) 
                  convincing acting as well as great singing.  The “Caballé swoop” 
                  is all but absent from this performance, barring an unfortunate 
                  intrusion in Io son l’umille ancella.  She is commanding 
                  yet vulnerable as the heroine, at one point the majestic Melpomene, 
                  at another the betrayed lover.  Her voice is clear and unmannered 
                  almost throughout, and she shows some gorgeous dynamic shading 
                  at the end of her first aria that rightly draws enthusiastic 
                  applause from the audience.  Poveri fiori, in particular, 
                  is solid, clear and quite touching. 
                
1976 saw Carreras in his prime, and here 
                  his young, ardent voice suits Maurizio to a T.  He produces 
                  some glorious ringing top notes in his solos, and his duets 
                  with his two lovers are all marvellous.  He too manages an impressive 
                  graded diminuendo at Adriana’s death.  This is a fitting tribute 
                  to the artist before the publicity machine took over.  Most 
                  characterful of all, however, is the fire-eating Fiorenza Cossotto, 
                  who chews up the scenery as the Princess.  She is a formidable, 
                  imperious stage presence with a full, rich voice to match.  
                  Her first aria in Act 2 is really exciting, and she clearly 
                  loves the excitement of the live occasion; her vengeful fury 
                  in Act 3 is entirely believable.  In short, the three principals 
                  strike sparks off each other and raise this melodrama to the 
                  level of great music which it can miss in the hands of lesser 
                  mortals.  D’Orazi is a well-rounded Michonnet, curmudgeonly 
                  in the opening scene, but touching in his not-quite-declarations-of-love 
                  for Adriana.  The comprimario roles are all taken very well, 
                  especially the Abbé if Piero de Palma. 
                
Sensibly, the production is ultra-traditional 
                  with well designed period costumes and sets.  One down side 
                  is the daft-as-a-brush Judgement of Paris ballet which 
                  just looks naff, but otherwise the sets are pleasing on the 
                  eye, though the stage does feel a bit small.  And let’s not 
                  forget the marvellous tunes with which this opera is packed: 
                  Adriana’s two big arias, Maurizio’s military tale in Act 3, 
                  the Actors’ song in Act 4 and the glorious love music, to name 
                  but a few. 
                
              
So let’s hear it for this opera, in spite 
                of its faults.  The chances of seeing it on the stage any time 
                soon are fairly small, so enjoy great performance of the past 
                in the meantime, and if you can bear the subtitles then this is 
                a good a one as any.
                
                Simon Thompson