Giacomo MEYERBEER (1791-1864)
Robert le Diable (1831)
Robert - Bryan Hymel (tenor)
Bertram - John Relyea (bass)
Alice - Marina Poplavskaya (soprano)
Isabelle - Patrizia Ciofi (soprano)
Raimbaut - Jean-Francois Borras (tenor)
Orchestra and Chorus of the Royal Opera House/Daniel Oren
Laurent Pelly - stage director
rec. live, Royal Opera House, London, 15 December 2012
Region Code: 0; Aspect Ratio: 16:9; LPCM Stereo; DTS 5.1
OPUS ARTE OA1106D
[2 DVDs: 211:00 (opera) + 11:00 (feature)]
Robert le Diable was one of most influential
works of art of the whole 19th century, and not just in the
world of music. With it Meyerbeer all but invented the genre of Grand
Opera with its large scale, its big cast of principal characters and,
most importantly, its integration of scenic spectacle with pictorial
music. Its Act 3 ballet scene, for the resurrected ghosts of some debauched
nuns, was captured on canvas by Degas, and afterwards it would be unthinkable
to write for the Paris Opéra without including a ballet in the
action, as Verdi and Wagner later found to their frustration. It was
probably the most performed opera of the entire 19th century,
but by the 20th it had fallen out of favour, not least because
its innovations came to seem clichéd and because other forms
of music-drama had superseded it, be it Wagner’s brave new chromatic
world or the blood-and-thunder style of verismo. It notched up barely
any performances in the 20th century, even falling out of
favour in France, so it was exciting when the Royal Opera decided to
mount a new production in 2012, the first in the company’s modern
history.
To say, however, that the production’s gestation period had been
troubled would be to put it very mildly. It was so beset by problems
that by the time of the opening night it seemed as though Bertram’s
curse was hanging over the opera itself. The title role was first mooted
for Juan Diego Flórez but he pulled out when it was still at
the conception stage - and, to be fair to Flórez, he stresses
that he never agreed to it. Marina Poplavskaya withdrew from the role
of Alice and then reinstated herself shortly afterwards, no doubt to
the great relief of the Covent Garden management. Diana Damrau had to
withdraw from the role of Isabelle due to her pregnancy and her replacement,
Jennifer Rowley was dropped from the role in the very week of the first
performance. Thanks to some sort of scheduling miracle Patrizia Ciofi,
one of the few current sopranos who has sung the role, was brought in
for four performances and Sofia Fomina for the last two. It was Fomina
that I saw on the last night of the show, and I was a little disappointed
that she wasn’t the one they filmed because she was spectacularly
good, making me wonder why the Royal Opera hadn’t just engaged
her for the entire run. The show was then met with lukewarm reviews
and I’m sure the ROH came to wish that they’d never bothered
reviving it.
Now the DVD is here, though, you can make up your mind for yourself.
It’s true that Meyerbeer’s work is problematic for those
of us who are used to later 19th century opera. The plot
is clunky and unnecessarily convoluted, and most of the characters are
archetypes that make no effort to be believable. Unfortunately that’s
something that is not helped by Laurent Pelly’s rather knowingly
self-aware production. Unusually for this director, who is normally
so good at casting new light on the works he stages, he seems unsure
of how to approach this work, as if he is intimidated by its heritage,
and so he seems to go out of his way to avoid taking it seriously. His
sets are, by turns rudimentary - the skeletal set for the inn of Act
1 - or ironic, such as in the toytown castle for Isabelle’s scenes
or the outline of the church in the final act. The one thing that is
lacking from his staging is the one thing that was so central to the
success of French Grand Opera, namely a sense of the spectacular. The
only place where he even makes an attempt at this - and does so rather
successfully - is the opening scene of Act 3 where Bertram communes
with Lucifer inside the mountain. Thanks to some clever computer projections,
we are treated to the sight of hell-fire together with numerous demons
working mischief with their pitchforks. Elsewhere, though, there is
little to divert the eye, and Pelly doesn’t seem that confident
in directing his singers, either. Bryan Hymel as Robert, in particular,
is far too reliant on the look of pained indecision, particularly in
the excruciating final scene. He is given little else to do but walk
around and grimace. Unlike in the theatre, he doesn’t benefit
from the close-up of a DVD.
One reviewer commented at the time that Pelly’s production puts
the whole work in inverted commas, and I think that’s a good way
of understanding it. It’s not always ineffective - I actually
quite liked Isabelle’s castle - and sometimes it works rather
well, such as that scene on the mountain. More often, however, it’s
downright annoying, such as the cartoonish knights in the first scene
or the mock medieval costumes for Isabelle’s ladies. The key scene
with the ballet looks dreadful, with a drab set and choreography that
was jerky, unattractive and so overly-sexualised that it looks more
absurd than suggestive. The final scene seems to lapse into self-parody
when Robert - who, by this time, has surely lost all the audience’s
sympathy - is struggling to decide between the hellish Bertram and the
saintly Alice. Cue John Relyea standing next to a demon’s mouth
- which later swallows him - on Robert’s left while Marina Poplavskaya
wilts within some cardboard clouds on his right. It has all the dramatic
subtlety of a Warner Brothers cartoon.
Meyerbeer’s music was inventive in his day, but our 21st
century ears have grown so used to hearing its types that more often
it sounds hackneyed and, at times, interminably repetitious. However,
I suspect that he would be pleased with the very good performances it
is given here. The title role often requires the tenor to launch himself
into the stratosphere, and Bryan Hymel does this very effectively indeed.
In fact, his voice has a burnished, heroic quality above the stave that
sounds very good, even if there is a tiny hint of strain at times. He
certainly has the heft to make himself heard against Meyerbeer’s
luxuriant orchestration. Patrizia Ciofi does a brilliant job as Isabelle,
especially considering the emergency circumstances in which she was
drafted in to take the part. She has a rich, confident voice which gleams
above the stave, even though it has an edge of brittleness. Her Act
4 cavatina, the finest thing in the opera, sounds magnificent as she
crests above the wave of orchestral sound, and she also looks comfortable
within Pelly’s staging. Marina Poplavskaya’s Alice is satisfactory
but unexciting. She sings the part with an oddly vacuous tone and I
often wished for someone with more clarity and richness. It doesn’t
help that her acting is as much a cardboard cut-out as Pelly’s
sets. Jean-Francois Borras brings attractive tone and bags of character
to the small role of Raimbaut, but the chief hero is John Relyea’s
Bertram. Relyea has stepped into the Satanic shoes of great basses like
Samuel Ramey, who so excelled at playing devils and villains. The cavernous
depths of his voice sound bottomless, and he is equally impressive when
plumbing the depths or scaling the heights. He also plays the role with
a touch of irony that works well. I remember hearing him many times
at the Edinburgh Festival when he was first starting off, and it’s
exciting to now see him singing the big parts he deserves. The orchestra
play well under Daniel Oren and they bring alive the colours in Meyerbeer’s
score that are undeniably attractive, though not even they can lighten
the longueurs which seem to get ever longer as the opera progresses.
If you want Robert le Diable then this is the version to get:
you have very few alternatives. The opera is undeniably problematic,
as much for its unwieldy music as for its plot which is eclectic to
the point of disunity, and that’s before you even consider the
staging. It works fine as an “extra” in your operatic library,
but I worry that the problems that Covent Garden faced in bringing it
to the stage may have done even more damage to Meyerbeer’s staging
prospects than already existed. Some of his other operas are well worth
a look, most notable Le Prophète, which is fantastic.
I worry, however, that my prospects of ever seeing that staged may have
receded even further thanks to the problems caused by Robert.
Simon Thompson