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Hindemith,
Cardillac:
Soloists Orchestra and Chorus of the Opéra National de Paris,
Kazushi Ono (conductor) Winfried Maczewski (chorus master) , Opéra
Bastille, Paris 29.1.2008 (MB)
Cast:
Cardillac – Franz Grundheber
The Daughter – Angela Denoke
The Officer – Christopher Ventris
The Lady – Hannah Esther Minutillo
The Cavalier – Charles Workman
The Gold Dealer – Roland Bracht
Leader of the Prévôté – David Bizic
Production:
André Engel (producer)
Nicky Rieti (designer)
Chantel de La Coste Messelière (costumes)
André Diot (lighting)
Frédérique Chauveaux and Françoise Grès (choreographers)
Perhaps only Paris
could turn in so stylish a production of the terminally
unfashionable Hindemith. When I saw this in 2006, I thought that
the Opéra National de Paris had a hit on its hands, and I have no
reason to revise my judgement upon its revival. Cardillac,
based on
Das Fräulein von Scuderi, a
short story by E.T.A. Hoffmann, is a work imbued with Neue
Sachlichkeit. It nevertheless looks forward to the chief
preoccupation of works such as Mathis der Maler and Die
Harmonie der Welt, namely the artist’s role in society.
The musical style, however, remains very much of the 1920s: for
the most part resolutely anti-sentimental and with a duly
‘objective’ instrumental polyphony characteristic, perhaps
misconceived but genuinely held, of that age’s conception of Bach.
Kazushi Ono seemed very much on Hindemith’s wavelength in this
respect. Anxious to relieve music of its subservience to the text
Hindemith – somewhat like Busoni and even Berg in this respect –
insisted upon small closed instrumental forms, following their own
musical imperatives. Whilst not dissociated from what was going on
onstage, Ono ensured that the motorised rhythms and the manifold
polyphonic strands were possessed of their own motivation. His
reading may not have evinced throughout quite the rhythmic drive –
there were a few occasions when the tension sagged ever so
slightly – brought to the score by Kent Nagano during the original
production, but this is a minor criticism. The orchestra responded
superbly: incisive and possessed of just the right wind- and
percussion-dominated sound. (The strings, especially violins, are
very few in number, to impart an almost Weill-like quality to the
music.) A sure command of idiom was unfailingly apparent.
Franz Grundheber proved a charismatic Cardillac. His tone, his
attention to the text, and equally importantly, bearing on stage
were all exemplary. For the drama to be of consequence, one needs
to believe in his tortured, Jekyll-and-Hyde conflict between his
work and everything else, his daughter included. One certainly did
in this case. Angela Denoke was every bit as impressive as his
daughter; it is difficult to imagine her command of line and tone
in this role bettered. As her suitor, Christopher Ventris also
impressed – more so in the second than in the third act – although
he was arguably outshone by Charles Workman in the smaller tenor
role of the dashing Cavalier. The stage and vocal chemistry
between the latter and the alluring Hannah Esther Minutillo as the
Lady was an object lesson in such matters. One could all too well
understand why he felt compelled to follow her fateful entreaty to
procure for her ‘the finest object Cardillac ever produced,’ and
why she in her turn was only too eager to await him in her
bedroom. The chorus, attentively directed and choreographed, was
every bit as impressive in its vocal blend and diction. It plays a
crucial role – partly a homage to Bach’s Passions and Handel’s
oratorios? – both at the opening and during the final scene, thus
framing the action within a broader social context. It was no mean
achievement for almost every word to be distinguishable, all the
more impressive given the fullness of choral tone and the quantity
of stage business.
The production was, as I have already mentioned, extremely
stylish. The updating – to roughly the time of composition –
worked well enough, although there were occasions, such as the
beginning of the third act, when it became a little confusing.
Nevertheless, the general impression of gold-fuelled opulence was
most persuasive, as were all aspects of the Personenregie.
The sets and costumes were lavish, which seemed not an
extravagance but a necessary attribute of the action. A welcome
aspect of the production was that it helped to remove any
lingering prejudices one might have entertained about dryness or
worthiness on the composer’s part. This was splendid musical
theatre and must be accounted a triumph for Gérard Mortier’s house
and company.
Mark Berry