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Anton BRUCKNER (1824-1896)
Symphony no. 5 in B flat major (1876) [87:15]
Munich Philharmonic Orchestra/Sergiu Celibidache
TV and video director: Klaus Lindemann
rec. Gasteig, Munich, 1985
Sound formats: PCM stereo, DD 5.1
Picture format: 4:3
Region code: 0
DVD9; NTSC
ARTHAUS MUSIK DVD 101 639 [90:00]
Cast your eyes over Romanian conductor Sergiu Celibidache’s Wikipedia
entry and you will find a link to a web page that is entitled, rather provocatively,
Sergiu Celibidache - The Last of the Mad Genius Conductors?
As that page can no longer be accessed, we’ll never know what conclusion
its author ultimately arrived at. It’s certainly true that the recent
resurgence of interest in Celibidache has polarised opinion. To some he is a
revered conductor of unparalleled depth and intensity who, thanks to a highly
individual philosophical-musicological approach, reveals scores in a unique
enlightening fashion. To others he is a rather dull interpreter who frequently
adopts the slowest possible tempi for no discernable reason at all.
The writer of the booklet notes for this release, the distinguished German actor
and theatrical director Gerd Udo Feller, immediately allies himself with the
“genius” school of thought. “On this DVD”, he writes,
“a human universe can be seen and heard, a universe that unfolds within
us, that is the inner experience of the consciousness in the act of freeing
itself, that is the innermost movement of consciousness as music…”
Herr Feller is clearly writing for an audience that he assumes is au fait
with Celibidache’s philosophy. Only that would explain such further observations
as this: “(Celibidache) was an obsessive when it came to this inner experience,
which is a musical experience of freedom, an experience of consciousness that
follows a law within us: make the Many your own; in your consciousness, lead
the Many back to your experience of the One; integrate them; be free again for
a new encounter with the world.”
Enough, though, of the sort of language more usually encountered in Private
Eye magazine’s Pseuds’ Corner. What can we actually see,
hear and judge for ourselves on this DVD?
We hear the music - and, true to form, Celibidache to some extent lives
up to his own reputation.
At the opening of the first movement, even the simplest musical phrases are
(over)imbued with portentous gravity and tension, while the consequent lack
of propulsive power makes the score sound essentially disjointed. As a result,
the closing orchestral peroration seems to come out of nowhere and to lack much
relationship to what’s gone on before. With the adoption of a greater
consistency of pulse, the second movement is much more successful, with Celibidache
drawing some wonderfully ecstatic sounds from the strings. After a particularly
driven and successful scherzo, the finale - once again characterised
by a disjointed opening - quickly gets into gear. The Munich orchestra’s
skilled players achieve the wide dynamic range that the score demands and are
shown in a very positive light.
We could have appreciated the playing just by listening to a CD recording of
the same forces (see here
and here).
The bonus offered by DVD is that it enables us to see - from the orchestra’s
point of view rather than that of the audience - exactly how a conductor acts
physically so as to achieve the end result in performance.
Celibidache was 73 years old at the date of this recording, and in general resembled
nothing so much as a rather stately Buddha. He is, nonetheless, in full command
on the podium and communicates his instructions effectively to the players.
A well-turned phrase from the violins is rewarded by a smile of appreciation;
a conductorly eyebrow is raised to query something not quite, perhaps, to his
liking; we see an occasional scowl - there are good examples at 27:08, 27:14,
49:54 and 84:04. Once in a while, when this meticulously prepared conductor
is caught out by something unexpected, he gives a frightening glare (20:20)
that is sometimes accompanied by a vicious slap of the air. I enjoyed, too,
watching the moment when he comes to a complete physical halt and stands with
his arms at his sides, just listening and giving no direction whatsoever (5:00
until 5:11) while the orchestra plays blithely on. When he needs to lighten
the mood - as the scherzo succeeds the adagio, for instance -
Celibidache smiles profusely. When he needs to drive the orchestra onwards in
the closing pages of the finale, he shouts or sings along with them for a bar
or two.
If the medium of film allows us to learn something about the conductor, it is
generally less revealing about the orchestra. I came away, in fact, with only
two particular and rather inconsequential visual impressions. The first was
that far too many players - following the conductor’s shameful example
and the Zeitgeist of the 1980s - badly needed haircuts. The second was
that the timpanist, who is put into the solo spotlight several times by the
director, looks so young that you’d think he was on a work experience
assignment from school.
The visual medium also allows us to see the hall. Performance spaces and their
individual characteristics were very important in Celibidache’s philosophy
of music-making. The Gasteig - which had only opened its doors for the first
time in the year of this performance - is a very attractive modern hall with,
as far as we can judge here, fine acoustics. This concert attracted a well-heeled
audience, with a woman in the second row, presumably unfamiliar with concert-hall
etiquette, actually sporting a rather à la mode hat. Apart from
a rather bronchial end to the adagio, by which time they’d kept
remarkably quiet for the previous 23 minutes, the audience members are commendably
silent.
Klaus Lindemann’s direction for TV and video is fine, with visual cues
generally fitting the music well. I did, though, wonder whether he had enough
cameras at his disposal as the variety of shots is quite limited. We see lots
of the wind and brass players, both individually and collectively, as well as
the precocious boy-timpanist, but shots of the strings are comparatively rare.
In fact, it was quite a shock when, as late as 65:10, a new camera angle showed
us, for the first time, the double basses and cellos en masse in a prolonged
shot.
On the technical side of things, my review copy of the disc exhibited a slight
degree of picture distortion at 8:36 and a very tiny hint of picture judder
at 41:08. It is worth noting that those issues may just affect my copy. Beyond
that, this is a perfectly acceptable piece of video recording for its age, though
if your own home technology includes access to (1) high definition TV broadcasts,
(2) Blu-ray quality discs, or (3) a large-screen TV that magnifies any deficiencies
in less than tip-top quality material, you will quickly be aware of its 1985
vintage.
Incidentally, during the DVD’s closing credits you will encounter the
spelling “Celebidache” with an E as the fourth letter. Admittedly,
that is how the conductor’s son spells the family name these days, but
I’m lining up with the DVD cover and general practice by sticking with
the spelling that I’ve used throughout this review.
You know how sometimes someone will tell you a funny story about themselves
- except that it isn’t funny and you end up apologising for failing to
laugh by saying “You probably had to be there…” Well,
that, in a nutshell, was Celibidache’s philosophy when it came to musical
performance. To simplify it greatly, he believed in the singular individuality
of every venue, every audience and every performance. Thus, he thought that
recordings on LP or CD were incapable of reproducing a concert’s specific
atmosphere and the experience it offered. It was, therefore, only reluctantly
that he agreed to films being made of some of his later performances.
This interesting DVD has made me wonder whether he was right after all. Maybe,
to appreciate the full Sergiu Celibidache experience, it’s not enough
to watch him on TV.
Perhaps you really had to be there…
Rob Maynard
An interesting DVD but perhaps you really had to be there…