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 | Hector BERLIOZ (1803-1869) 
              Les Troyens (1856-59)
 
  Lance Ryan - Énée Gabriele Viviani - Chorèbe
 Giorgio Giuseppini - Panthée
 Stephen Milling - Narbal
 Eric Cutler - Iopas
 Oksana Shilova - Ascagne
 Elisabete Matos - Cassandre
 Daniele Barcellona - Didon
 Zlata Bulycheva - Anna
 Valencia Regional Government Choir
 Valencian Community Orchestra/Valery Gergiev
 rec. 9 November 2009, Palau de les Arts “Reina Sofia”, Valencia, 
              Spain.
 Picture format 16:9, 1080p; Sound format DTS-HD Master Audio 5.1;
 Subtitles EN, DE, FR, SP, KR, ZH;
 Region Code 0 (Worldwide).
 
  UNITEL CLASSICS  706104 
              [240:00 + 21:00] 
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 I first discovered Les Troyens one afternoon in October, 
                  2003, when, after eating lunch, and flipping around on the TV, 
                  I came across the introduction to a live broadcast of the opera 
                  from the Théâtre du Châtelet, in Paris. I live in 
                  France, and this was broadcast on TV and, in simulcast, on the 
                  radio. I had never seen this work, so I decided that I would 
                  watch the beginning. Five hours later, when it was over, I finally 
                  got up, drained yet exhilarated by the music and the performances. 
                  Fortunately, a DVD set was later released of this performance 
                  (reviewed 
                  here), though it’s a shame that no CD set was released of 
                  this.
 
 In any case, a new production of Les Troyens is a rare 
                  event, and we are fortunate to have it recorded for posterity. 
                  Or are we?
 
 This production opens with a huge choir (the Trojans) milling 
                  about on a dark stage, dressed as some combination hockey players, 
                  wrestlers and imperial storm-troopers. After the introduction, 
                  the stage clears to show a battlefield littered with corpses 
                  (and is that a spaceship? no, it’s a metallic horse…), left 
                  from the battle with the Greeks, who have withdrawn. The staging 
                  is dark, dismal, even perverse at times, the costumes laughable, 
                  and the lighting, which might work well in a theatre, doesn’t 
                  come across well on a recording. Later there is a boxing match, 
                  and then a wrestling match where space worms are assisting the 
                  wrestlers, which is simply annoying, and detracts from the production 
                  - especially because on the DVD, the focus is on the space worm 
                  wrestling match, rather than the singers.
 
 But it gets worse. You see, the joke is on you, dear viewer. 
                  The “Trojan horse” here is a combination of a horse and the 
                  now-ubiquitous computer malware. When we start seeing the video 
                  displays on the metallic horse, the production jumps the shark. 
                  The choir is given laptops from inside the Trojan horse, and 
                  walks around with them for a while. And at the finale of Act 
                  I, there are computer error messages projected on the curtain. 
                  Seriously?
 
 Sometimes, the adjective “avant-garde” is used as an excuse 
                  for stupidity, and when one outs the emperor in their new clothes, 
                  one is said to “not understand,” or be too “old-fashioned.” 
                  There’s a lot I can accept in staging and productions of theatre 
                  and opera, but sometimes it just goes too far and shows that 
                  the designers have no big-picture concepts. Just cobbling together 
                  a bunch of vapid ideas is not sufficient. Sure, you can call 
                  it avant-garde, and say that the detractors don’t get it, but, 
                  in the end, the goal is to touch your audience. In my opinion, 
                  the ludicrous staging of this opera touches no one but the patrons 
                  who paid for this dreck to be staged.
 
 From the beginning, some musical weaknesses are apparent. Other 
                  than the odd staging, not all the singers are up to their roles. 
                  While Elisabete Matos is fine as Cassandre - big-voiced, and 
                  big-bodied - Gabriele Viviani’s singing as Chorèbe is painful. 
                  He drawls, his intonation is off, and his diction is approximate 
                  at best (can a professional opera singer really pronounce “du” 
                  as “dee”?). At times it sounds like Viviani is just mumbling 
                  nonsense syllables. Unfortunately, Matos does not have the raw 
                  sensuality of Anna Caterina Antonacci in the Gardiner production, 
                  which made the first act of that performance nearly a one-woman 
                  show. The due of Matos and Viviani just doesn’t look attractive; 
                  they look like they’re at a weight watcher’s meeting, especially 
                  with Viviani’s folds that extrude from under his plastic armour. 
                  Yet why is Cassandra seen first in a wheelchair, yet, at times, 
                  able to strut around the stage unassisted? Well, I guess this 
                  is opera; anything goes.
 
 On the plus side, the orchestra is well balanced, and the singers 
                  - both soloists and choir - always sound fine. I can only imagine 
                  how difficult it is to maintain this type of music tension for 
                  such a long performance; kudos to Gergiev and his musicians. 
                  There are some harsh sounds from the percussion, which seems 
                  just a bit too loud, during some of the choral numbers, however. 
                  The choir, which has a large role in this opera, is also fine. 
                  Aside from their costumes …
 
 I managed to sit through a bit more than an hour of this production. 
                  The ludicrous staging is laughable, and detracts too much from 
                  the music; I simply couldn’t take any more. But I did get my 
                  copy of the John Eliot Gardiner production of Les Troyens 
                  and watch that again. So there is a silver lining in this 
                  disc.
 
 Kirk McElhearn
 Kirk writes about more than just music on his blog Kirkville.
 
 see also review of DVD by James 
                  L. Zychowicz and of the live performance by José 
                  Irurzun
 
       
 
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