A production of Berlioz’s Trojan epic is always a
special event, but
Les Troyens at the Royal Opera House in 2012 was
particularly so, for two reasons. Firstly, it was a centrepiece of the house’s
celebrations for the London Olympics and had a special billing in the programme
for the nationwide Cultural Olympiad of that year. I remember reading somewhere
a comment from Sir Antonio Pappano - the Royal Opera’s music director
and conductor of this production - that the two most challenging things an
opera house could stage are
Les Troyens and Wagner’s
Ring
and that it spoke volumes for Covent Garden that they were staging both within
a couple of months. The second reason is that Covent Garden has a particularly
special place in this opera’s performance history. During Berlioz’s
own day the opera was chopped in two. Berlioz himself never saw the first
two acts, renamed
The Capture of Troy. Instead, the
Théâtre-Lyrique
put on the last three acts as
The Trojans at Carthage, making a nonsense
of the
Grand Opéra tradition in which the composer was writing,
and even then playing around with the text and score. It was assumed that
the opera as originally written was unperformable, until the Royal Opera House
gave the first, nearly complete performance of the five-act version in 1957,
directed by John Gielgud and conducted by Rafael Kubelik - a recording now
exists on Testament SBT41443. Colin Davis’s equally legendary performance
of 1969 led to a recording for Philips (E4756661), and this, together with
his LSO Live performance of 2000 (
LSO0010),
remains the yardstick against which other performances have since been judged.
All of which is to say that the Royal Opera House has unique history with
and pedigree in this work, so a new production is a special event.
The production consequently had a huge amount of anticipation surrounding
it, dimmed only slightly when Jonas Kaufmann - who was due to sing the role
of Aeneas - had to withdraw due to illness. I attended the last night of the
run, and the excitement was palpable, evidenced by the special, double-size
souvenir programme the ROH produced. I also remember noticing that this is
the only production I’ve seen at Covent Garden where the
entire
proscenium was used, even removing the royal crest at the top so as to allow
even more of the vast set to be seen. It was epic to behold, exciting to listen
to and exhilarating to be a part of, and a lot of that excitement comes through
when you watch it on DVD.
That sense of the epic is the first thing that hits you when the curtain goes
up and, indeed, Es Devlin’s set designs are brilliantly realised and
effectively done. She gives a brief explanation of them in an extra film,
by the way. The stage is dominated by a vast, metallic, convex wall, symbolising
the walls of Troy which dominate the story of
The Iliad. It’s
more than three stories tall, filling the height of the stage, and it opens
up to reveal the processions of the people as well as the horse itself. The
horse, whose picture appears on the DVD cover, is composed of material that
the Greeks would have left over after ten years of war, the detritus of battle,
primarily. Its large scale is very impressive, even more so on the screen
than it was in the theatre because of a more comprehensive sense of the human
perspective alongside it. Director David McVicar appears to set the Trojan
acts in the time of the opera’s composition: the 1850s. There doesn’t
seem to be any reason for this, but at least it’s a unifying trope that
doesn’t get in the way. The first two acts are dark, metallic and monochromatic.
The Carthaginian acts, on the other hand, are full of bright colours and washed
with Mediterranean sunshine. The set for these acts is the
other side
of the drum and, drawing inspiration from the description in the
Aeneid,
it depicts Dido as the Queen Bee at the centre of the honeycomb of the city.
The sets, and the contrasts of the settings, are key to the staging’s
success because McVicar and Devlin are not afraid to embrace the all-important
sense of epic that sets this opera apart as something special. The more intimate
moments also work very well, too, most notably the nocturnal scenes of Act
4, lit ever so delicately and flushed with dark shades of blue to depict the
ravishing beauty of the night of love. In this scene in particular the music
and the visuals fit one another absolutely perfectly. The only two misfires
occur in Act 5. Firstly, the second scene, with Dido’s reaction to the
Trojans’ departure, occurs at the front of the stage before a blank
backdrop, a rather reductive effect in the company of all else that has gone
on. Secondly, and rather bizarrely, during the final chorus of the Carthaginians,
after Dido’s suicide, we see a humanoid iron giant, clearly a relative
of the horse, appearing at the back of the set. It’s incongruous, unnecessary,
and somewhat out of place. It actually took me entirely by surprise: I must
have blanked it out after the evening in the theatre. Two mistakes in a huge
work like this is entirely forgivable, though, and McVicar and Devlin deserve
credit for managing to pull the whole thing off so successfully.
The singing cast is first rate. Berlioz himself was deeply moved by the figure
of the doomed prophetess Cassandra and it pained him more than he could say
that he would never hear her music sung. I am sure, though, that he would
have been pleased with her portrayal by Anna Caterina Antonacci. She is a
magnificent Cassandra, worthy to compare with the best of them. She is a very
gifted tragedian as well as a superb singer, and her acting skills are helped
by Rousillon’s careful but not excessive use of close-up. Her opening
monologue is deeply moving, particularly the section where she sings of how
she will never be married and never find happiness. Her apocalyptic utterance
always stay on just the right side of hysteria. She then summons up true heroic
grandeur for the great suicide scene of Act 2. It is obvious why so many of
the Trojan women are keen to join her. Eva-Maria Westbroek’s Dido, on
the other hand, goes to the opposite pole. She is a quiet heroine: it is her
humanity and vulnerability that impress most, right from her initial duet
with Anna when she sings of her dead husband. It is very moving watching her
give in to Aeneas during the fourth act, but when the moment of reckoning
comes she sings “Je vais mourir” with determination, as a statement
of intent rather than as a passive victim. Her farewell to her city is very
touching, as is her ultimately futile suicide. Linking the two parts is the
thrilling Aeneas of Bryan Hymel. Listening to him you are never in any doubt
that you are listening to a
hero, right from the moment in Act 1 when
he bursts onto the stage and tears breathlessly through the story of Laocoön’s
death. He is right inside the role and, as in
Robert
le Diable, none of the tessitura holds any problems for him. He is
an electric presence in the battle cries of the second and third acts, and
the heroic ring at the top of his voice is thrilling, even in his final act
aria as he faces up to leaving Carthage. Only in the fourth act and the great
love duet do you miss a touch of honey or the sensual allure that would have
come from a voice like Kaufmann’s. No doubt Hymel will develop that
with time, and it didn’t prevent the final sequence of Act 4 from being
one of the finest moments in the opera.
The myriad other parts are all very well taken and they are never relegated
to “mere” support. Fabio Capitanucci brings both Italianate warmth
and French lyricism to the role of Coroebus. He makes a good deal out of the
role, making you more than usually sorry that the character has so little
future beyond the first act duet. Brindley Sherratt is a rich, sonorous elder
statesman in Narbal, and the veteran Robert Lloyd adds gravitas to his few
lines as Priam. Ed Lyon, normally a Baroque specialist, turns up surprisingly
but fairly convincingly as the sailor Hylas. It is gratifying to see so many
of the other roles taken so well by members of the Royal Opera’s own
young artist programme. Hanna Hipp is a uniquely characterful Anna. Jihoon
Kim booms his way convincingly through his brief appearances as Hector’s
ghost. Ji-Min Park sings Iopas’ aria very beautifully with his ringing
tenor.
The chorus are on cracking form throughout. Their grand invocation to the
gods in Act 1 really sets the scalp prickling. It’s here that you also
begin to grasp the epic vision that Pappano’s conducting brings to the
score. It helps, too, that the quality of the DTS surround sound is very good,
allowing every orchestral detail, down to the tinkling percussion, to be heard
clearly in the overall texture. The subsequent Laocoön chorus is every
bit as impressive in the precision and scale of its execution. The chorus
then throw on extra measures of warmth for the Carthaginian celebrations at
the start of Act 3 and add gentle balm to the twilit ensemble at the end of
Act 4. Throughout, they act as well as they sing so that the close-up of the
camera brings benefits rather than problems.
As befits the sense of a special occasion, Opus Arte have pushed the boat
out with the packaging for the set. The discs are housed in a pull-out wallet
and the booklet is more than usually lavish, containing plentiful photographs
and three essays from the original Covent Garden programme book, all fitted
into a glossy slip-case. I was a little disappointed with the extras, though,
which consist of a cast gallery, a brief interview with Es Devlin and a short
introduction to Acts 1, 3 and 5 from Pappano. He also features in a filmed
section from the “Insight Evening” that Covent Garden ran in the
run-up to the staging, but it isn’t much to write home about. You see
Pappano put two singers through an aria each, but this teaches you very little
about the music or the opera itself. I couldn’t help but wonder why
they didn’t film the
entire Insight Evening and put that on as
an extra. That would surely have been informative and eminently possible.
Copyright restrictions, I wonder?
On the whole, though, this release is a triumph. It realises Berlioz’s
vision and reproduces an excellent production very well indeed. I haven’t
seen
John
Eliot Gardiner’s DVD from the Paris Châtelet (also on Opus
Arte and also featuring Antonacci as Cassandra), but the Covent Garden performance
is infinitely more satisfying than the stultifyingly dull version from the
New York Met or the
space-age
claptrap from Valencia. If you want
Les Troyens on DVD, then you
can buy this one with confidence.
Simon Thompson
A triumph.