The first release I encountered in Parma’s complete Verdi 
                  series was I Due Foscari, a release which was momentarily 
                  impressive but which left me fundamentally fairly indifferent. 
                  This Lombardi is a lot better, an improvement in almost 
                  every respect. 
                    
                  As with Foscari, the set is very bare, but here it is 
                  managed better. The props are fairly non-existent, save the 
                  odd rug or sand dune. The stage is dominated by an enormous 
                  wall at the back which is used as the backdrop for some projections 
                  which suggest locations, be they the square of Milan, the Hermit’s 
                  cave or the desert outside Jerusalem. It’s done fairly 
                  effectively, and it’s a good way of generating locations 
                  without much fuss, though they get ideas above their station 
                  when they project Picasso’s Guernica as a comment on the 
                  horrors of war, not a reading the opera can really sustain. 
                  The costumes are all of the 11th Century, and the lighting is 
                  well managed too. The great wall finally parts only in the final 
                  scene when the city of Jerusalem is seen gleaming in the distance, 
                  a simple idea but effective because so long delayed. 
                    
                  The thing that really marks out this release, however, is the 
                  singing. The punishing role of Giselda requires drama, poignancy, 
                  coloratura and religious fervour. Dimitra Theodossiou does a 
                  very good job of providing all of these. She is perhaps a little 
                  strident in her big Act 4 showpiece, but her expressions of 
                  grief and fear are always convincing and very attractively sung. 
                  Her lover, Oronte, is sung by the clarion-bright tenor of Francesco 
                  Meli. He sings at his very best here: light, exciting, lyrical 
                  and beautiful. La mia letizia infondere, his Act 2 declaration 
                  of love, pulses with excitement and lyricism, and the message 
                  from beyond the grave which he delivers at the start of Act 
                  4 is gorgeously ethereal. Equally fine, but with the advantage 
                  of authority and splendour, is Michele Pertusi as Pagano, the 
                  parricide turned hermit. He is clearly having a fantastic time, 
                  particularly in his villainous Act 1 aria, which is sung with 
                  a thrilling edge of vigour. He then manages to moderate his 
                  tone most impressively to carry a convincing quality of repentance 
                  and holiness. The joint contribution of these three makes the 
                  baptism scene of Act 3 (illustrated on the cover of the box) 
                  the highlight of the opera. Their voices blend beautifully and 
                  they all seem completely convinced by the quality of what they 
                  are doing. Roberto di Biasio sounds much more comfortable than 
                  he did in Foscari, and Roberto Tagliavini, as in Foscari, 
                  makes the most of his small role. 
                    
                  In many ways, though, the most important character in this opera 
                  is the chorus, who have a major role to play in almost every 
                  scene. They sing with brilliant conviction throughout, something 
                  acknowledged by the audience in their applause, and they are 
                  used with intelligence by the director. Their choruses to Jerusalem, 
                  at the start of Act 3 and the end of Act 4, are merely their 
                  finest moments; they cover themselves in glory at every turn, 
                  illustrating the very best traditions of Italian opera choruses 
                  as they do so. Daniele Callegari reinvigorates the Parma Orchestra 
                  so that they sound much, much better than they did in Foscari. 
                  They play with a level of passion that they did not display 
                  in that release, and the violin solo that introduces the baptism 
                  scene is wonderfully realised. 
                    
                  It helps, perhaps, that they are playing such excellent music. 
                  I hadn’t encountered this opera since the last time I 
                  listened to Levine’s Decca CD of the work from the Metropolitan 
                  Opera, featuring Pavarotti and Ramey, but this DVD served as 
                  a reminder of just what a brilliant work it is. It has everything 
                  from family tragedy to religious intensity by way of great passion 
                  and fantastic scene painting, and it showcases the young Verdi 
                  at his very finest, better even than Nabucco, in my view. 
                  It deserves to be far better known than it is, and I hope this 
                  DVD helps to achieve that. 
                    
                  Simon Thompson  
                 
 
                
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