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SEEN AND HEARD
OPERA
REVIEW
Director: Linda Brovsky
Sets: Donald Eastman
Costumes: Missy West
Lighting: Connie Yun
Choreographer: Sara de Luis
Chorus Master: Beth Kirchhoff
Cast:
Don Quichotte: John Relyea
Dulcinée: Malgorzata Walewska
Sancho Panza: Eduardo Chama
Pedro: Jennifer Bromagen
Garcias: Emily Clubb
Rodriguez: Marcus Shelton
Juan: Alex Mansouri
Ténébrun: Jad Kassouf
Suffering as I do from a sort of allergy to the music
of Jules Massenet, I saw the prospect of attending Seattle
Opera's first-ever production of his Don Quichotte as a matter more of duty than of pleasure. As it turned out,
I hated the work much less than I had expected. In fact,
though I should still not rate it a masterpiece,
considering the long and tedious stretches where nothing
of any real music consequence happens, there were also
passages that I enjoyed quite a lot, and even the worst
elements of the work seem to me preferable to the tiresome
sugar-coated meanderings of Manon or Werther.
Some 85 years ago, the New
York Tribune's Lawrence Gilman lambasted Don
Quichotte's first Metropolitan Opera production in
terms that make George Bernard Shaw's most vitriolic
tirades seem in comparison like the purrings of an
exceptionally amiable pussy-cat. He ascribed to the
"intrepid composer" such gifts as "the spiritual
distinction of a butler, the compassionate understanding
of a telephone girl, and the expressive capacity of an
amorous tomtit," and excoriated Massenet's effrontery in
choosing as a subject for music "the greatest of all tragi-comedies."
His review, which came into my hands from a source that
shall be nameless, is great fun to read. But though I hold
no particular brief for the tomtit, I think the aspersions
my distinguished predecessor in the critical trade cast on
butlers and telephone girls are somewhat unfair. And while
I certainly feel that Massenet is just about as adequate a
musical conduit for the inspired imaginings of Cervantes
as Gounod was for the profundities of Goethe's Faust, it
is worth remembering that Massenet's "heroic comedy" is
descended only indirectly from Cervantes's epoch-making
novel, by way of the relatively infinitesimal literary
figures of the French cobbler-turned-poet Jacques le
Lorraine and of Massenet's librettist Henri Cain.
The story as Massenet and his proximal sources tell it
departs widely from the original novel, inevitably
omitting countless episodes from Cervantes' teeming
narrative, and, in particular, according Dulcinea a far
larger role in the proceedings, as a real person rather
than an imaginary one that Don Quixote in the novel never
actually meets. In rendering what remains, Massenet shows
no sign of that quintessentially operatic talent, the
ability to evoke character through musical means. A few
isolated and fairly exalted utterances of Quixote's aside,
the lines that he, Dulcinea, and Sancho Panza are given to
sing are more or less interchangeable–any one of them
could sing one of the other's music without incongruity.
Thus it remains up to the performers, and above all to
the director, to create a sense of dramatic conviction,
and in fulfilling this responsibility Linda Brovsky and
her collaborators must be credited with something like a
triumph. As she showed with her production here of I
Puritani three
years ago, Brovsky is a director possessed of the
regrettably rare capacity to take an opera and make it
convincing and indeed moving without disrespecting its
composer's and librettist's ideas. Placing the action
against a background, designed by Donald Eastman, of
gigantic books, quill pens, and the like, and diversifying
it with some highly impressive Spanish dancing
choreographed by Sara de Luis, she marshals her
singers–quite apart from a seemingly stage-savvy horse and
donkey–with assurance and clarity, and allows them to come
as close to being the characters they represent as the
music allows. (It's true that, once or twice, I found the
simultaneity of singing in one area of the stage and
dancing in another a touch distracting, though you can
probably put that down to my general disinclination to
multitask–I feel that combinations of this kind inhibit
what I would call real attention, but younger members of
the audience probably have no such problem.) An
imaginative and compelling visual touch was the decoration
of the front-of-stage scrim, skillfully lit by Connie Yun
to simulate parchment, with a different quotation from
Cervantes before each scene.
Making his company debut, conductor Carlo Montanaro
demonstrated an equally authoritative mastery of his
métier. Interspersed with perhaps a half-dozen outbreaks
of tingling fortissimo, much of Massenet's score comes
close to rivaling Debussy's Pelléas
et Mélisande for
sheer quietude (if not for expressive intensity), and at
both ends of the dynamic spectrum Montanaro drew splendid
playing from the orchestra, allowing the strings to
shimmer and affording the woodwinds–the principal clarinet
especially–time to shape some eloquent solos.
On stage, meanwhile, the cast I saw and heard–I wasn't
able to witness both of the Seattle Opera's traditional
double casts–acquitted itself to excellent effect. As
Dulcinée, the Polish mezzo-soprano Malgorzata Walewska
confirmed the strong dramatic impression she made in the
company's 2009 Bluebeard's
Castle. She
neatly sketched the character's somewhat petulant
waywardness, particularly in the scene–curiously prophetic
of one in that too-often underrated Strauss masterpiece, Arabella–in
which a succession of suitors advances on her only to be
summarily rebuffed, and she was touchingly straightforward
in her gentle consideration for Quichotte's feelings in
explaining why she was refusing his proposal of marriage.
I don't think coloratura is her strong point–various
up–and-down vocal flourishes came across as slides,
without any clear separation between the notes–but
fortunately there isn't much of that requirement in the
score, and and after some less than impeccable singing early on, she
returned after the one intermission in much more
commanding voice.
The Knight of the Long Countenance and his loyal and
long-suffering squire were both very well sung and acted.
John Relyea made only intermittent efforts to portray old
age–his ability to rise from the floor was definitely that
of a young man–but he realized all the other aspects of
Quichotte's role beautifully, and sang with his familiar
richness of tone and artistry of phrasing. Eduardo Chama
was almost too noble a Sancho Panza, but that was surely
justified by the way the character reacts to his lord's
misfortunes and in the end to his death, and in any case
he also touched in the squire's more comical side to good
effect. Jennifer Bromagen, Emily Clubb, Marcus Shelton,
and Alex Mansouri were a thoroughly convincing quartet of
hangers-on, and Jad Kassouf, as the bandit chief Ténébrun,
conspired with director Brovsky to make the scene where
the bandits are won over by Quichotte's sheer goodness
into something truly touching.
Bernard Jacobson