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Hans Werner HENZE (b. 1926)
Ondine – Ballet in Three Acts (1955-1957) [102:40]
Ondine – Miyako Yoshida
Palemon – Edward Watson
Berta – Genesia Rosato
Tirrenio, Lord of the Mediterranean Sea – Ricardo Cervera
A Hermit – Gary Avis
Orchestra of the Royal Opera House/Barry Wordsworth
Artists of The Royal Ballet
Choreography: Frederick Ashton
Designs: Lila de Nobili
Film director: Ross MacGibbon
Picture format: 16:9/NTSC
Sound: LPCM stereo, 5.1 DTS Digital Surround
Region: 0
Subtitles: English, French, German, Spanish (documentary only)
Extras: Gallery; The Making of Ondine – an interview with
Hans Werner Henze [11:20]
rec. 3, 6 June 2009, Royal Opera House Covent Garden, London, UK
OPUS ARTE OA 1030 D [114:00]
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Undine the water sprite, first named by the 16th-century
Swiss alchemist Paracelsus, was the subject of Friedrich de
la Motte Fouqué’s story Undine, written nearly three
centuries later. The idea of a character who must marry a mortal
to gain a soul is rich in musical possibilities; Claude Debussy
attempted to capture her elusive character in Book II of his
Préludes (1912-1913), as did compatriots Maurice Ravel
in Gaspard de la nuit (1908) and Cécile Chaminade in
l’ondine (1900). The Romantics were similarly
enchanted, with operas by E.T.A. Hoffmann (1816) and Albert
Lortzing (1845), not to mention Tchaikovsky’s Undina
(1869). And then there’s one of my recent discoveries, the delightful
Undine Sonata by Carl Reinecke (review).
Frederick Ashton’s Ondine was premiered at the Royal
Opera House Covent Garden in 1958, with Margot Fonteyn as the
eponymous water sprite. In this 2009 revival, the role of Ondine
is danced by Miyako Yoshida, who made such a powerful impression
in Peter Wright’s The Nutcracker some years ago. Indeed,
the DVD of that production – first issued by Pioneer but now
available as a Region 1 import from Kultur in the USA – is simply
glorious, helped in no small measure by the conducting of Barry
Wordsworth. As he’s in the pit for Ondine too, superior
musical results are virtually guaranteed.
But does this Ondine live up to expectations? First impressions
are all favourable; the orchestra is in fine form, the high-definition
picture is razor sharp, and the sound – in PCM stereo at least
– is natural and beautifully detailed. Lila de Nobili’s original
designs are of the bare-bones variety and somewhat murky; that
said, the dark backgrounds have a wonderful way of highlighting
the elegant costumes. As for the principals, Genesia Rosato
makes a fine, aristocratic-looking Berta, who also knows how
to party with her guests. Meanwhile Edward Watson, who strikes
a rather gaunt, Byronic pose as Palemon, brings a real sense
of troubled introspection to his Act I solo (ch. 5). And now
for a minor grumble; the editing here isn’t terribly intuitive,
with some abrupt transitions, but that’s soon forgotten as Ondine
emerges from behind a blue-bathed gauzy veil, accompanied by
some lovely harp melodies.
Yoshida’s poise and presence are undiminished, her movements
wonderfully fluid, although some may feel she over-emotes at
times. Still, she is superb in her Shadow Dance (ch. 7), her
en pointe as light and assured as ever. As for Henze’s
disarmingly simple score, it’s beautifully played and balanced,
adding its own skein of magic to the production. Speaking of
which, the first pas de deux (ch. 9) is elegantly done,
Yoshida’s grace and line just astonishing. Happily the spell
isn’t prematurely ended by intrusive clapping, although there
is some applause at the start of the Forest Transformation scene
(ch. 12).
Visually, Ashton’s choreography has many striking touches; for
instance, as Palemon tries to embrace Ondine she turns away,
her arms moving like pale anemones in the gloom. Yoshida’s limpid
loveliness has its counterpoint in the entry of Tirrenio, Lord
of the Mediterranean Sea, danced with real panache by Richard
Cervera. At this point one becomes aware that the darkened stage
also acts like a filmic fade, characters melting into – and
emerging out of – the blackness. It’s a deft piece of stage
business, and it works remarkably well. And speaking of cinematic
references, there’s more than a hint of Busby Berkeley in the
‘wedding-cake’ display of tritons and nymphs towards the end
of ch. 14.
Henze’s score never succumbs to pastiche; even in the music
of the final pas de deux of Act I (ch. 15) he finds tenderness
and joy in music of great clarity and refinement. The three-dimensional
recording certainly helps here, picking out the discreet harp
swirls and exposed wind writing. Indeed, there’s as much to
enchant the ear as there is to delight the eye, even though
the Act I finale – with Tirrenio, the tritons and nymphs – is
a touch too long.
The sunnier port scene at the start of Act II is animated by
the good-natured antics of matelots, stevedores and their wily
wenches; as for the set – essentially just rigging and cargo
– it’s basic but evocative. The stage is illuminated even more
by the arrival of Palemon and Ondine, the latter’s features
alive with awe and excitement. It’s only when Yoshida’s not
on stage that one realises how magnetic a dancer she really
is, drawing the eye and focusing the narrative. And then there’s
that remarkable scene on board (ch. 22), with passengers and
sailors bending and bracing to the motion of the ship. Visually
this works very well, Henze’s rocking accompaniment – complete
with soft guitar – a discreet yet inspired piece of writing.
The poignant pas de trois – a reminder that this is a
ménage a trois as well – is another triumph of understatement,
subtly choreographed and acted, Yoshida’s mobile features a
good barometer of the ballet’s changeable emotions. The video
direction here is equally assured, the drama’s natural ebb and
flow unimpeded by fussy angles or editing. As for the stormy
Act II Finale it’s yet another visual and musical highpoint,
the on-board terror and turmoil evoked in music of surprising
energy and thrust. And, as always in the cumulative excitement
of a live theatrical event, there’s a real buzz in the House
in anticipation of Act III.
Set in Palemon’s gloomy castle – he and Berta have survived
the shipwreck and are to be married – this Act builds on the
musical and dramatic momentum of the last, especially in Edward
Watson’s wild and impassioned response to the vision of Ondine
(ch. 29). He really seizes the stage at this point, turbulent
feelings channelled into some of the most virile dancing thus
far. Yoshida is also excellent, a vision in every sense of the
word, her aquatic movements both varied and finely calibrated.
And for those who don’t know Henze’s score, like the ballet
itself it seems to grow in strength and confidence, the shimmer
of gongs and spray of harps neither hackneyed nor overdone.
As for the action, no ballet is complete without its divertissement;
here we have a heady mix of pas de trois, pas de six,
a Boys’ Dance, and a set of Variations.
The ballet may have its longueurs – especially in the
first Act – but composer and choreographer make amends with
a brace of breathtaking dances in the final one; the ebullient
Entrée (ch. 32) is accompanied by earthy brass and drums,
the colourful pas de six (ch. 33) and ensuing numbers
augmented by a lively piano part. It’s an ideal opportunity
for the corps de ballet – and the band – to have some
serious fun. And they do. There’s even a hint of jazzy high-jinks
in some of these dances, proof that water music need not mean
watered-down as well. As before, the simple, stylish costumes
are a treat, the varied headgear adding shape and pattern to
these ensemble pieces. The Variations are hugely entertaining
as well, especially the whirligig of a solo in Variation 2 (ch.38).
That certainly deserved its spontaneous round of applause.
The party mood evaporates with the return of the cool-green
figure of Tirrenio (ch. 41), to whom Henze bequeaths some of
his most austere and otherworldly music. It’s a mesmerising
scene, the imaginative choreography especially thrilling. Cervera
is a powerful presence here, upstaged only by the return of
the sorrowful Yoshida. Gone is her girlish innocence and glee,
her excited fibrillations supplanted a sad stoicism; Yoshida
makes the transformation seem all the more poignant, her grace
undimmed but her features set in a Noh-like mask of misery.
It’s a compelling piece of theatre, and even as Palemon kisses
her he knows he must die. As balletic apotheoses go, this may
seem impossibly mawkish, but even the hardest heart would melt
as the grieving Ondine bears Palemon’s body back to the deep.
The audience, somewhat subdued so far, signals its approval
with prolonged applause cheers and several curtain calls.
Apart from the ubiquitous Gallery, there’s an 11-minute interview
with Hans Werner Henze, ensconced in his impressive villa near
Rome. He’s unassuming and softly spoken, describing Ondine
as a truly eclectic work, a fusion of his German-ness, Ashton’s
Englishness and Italian artist Lila de Nobili’s passion for
British culture. As artistic collaborations go, Ondine
seems to have been trouble-free; there’s no doubting Henze’s
admiration for Ashton, and he singles out the ‘unpretentious,
friendly’ Fonteyn for special praise. Hard to believe, though,
that they were concerned the music might be too demanding for
audiences of the time. So, a pleasant – if not especially informative
– snippet, but it’s worth watching nonetheless.
This is a wonderful DVD and a most desirable addition to any
ballet collection. Opus Arte’s production values are top-notch
– the pictures and sound are among the best I’ve encountered
– and the liner-notes, by Ashton authority David Vaughan, are
a model of their kind.
Dan Morgan
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