The
                    critics were divided over this production when it first hit
                    the Glyndebourne stage last summer (2005). Not for a long
                    time do I recall a production that caused such a spilt of
                    opinion amongst the scribblers - both paid and unpaid - and
                    this in itself was enough for me to want to see – long after
                    the event – what all the fuss was about. 
                  
                   
                  
                  The
                    work itself was not immune from comment. One normally erudite
                    scribe quipped that “it’s not much of a Cinderella story
                    when all’s said and done”. What I think was being alluded
                    to was the slight reserve that can enter into Rossini’s writing,
                    thus allowing him to stand back from the stage action and
                    comment upon it. Yet there are also times when he seeks to
                    get into the action by using buffo characterisation,
                    which the master musical confectioner captures effortlessly
                    in the score. It is these two elements of the work that can
                    sit uneasily against one another.
                  
                   
                  
                  And
                    there perhaps is the nub of critical divide – which side
                    does your personal taste lie on when it comes to the performance
                    of Rossini opera? This is a question that Sir Peter Hall
                    develops for contemplation through his staging of the work.
                    His own opinion is that Rossinian farce is all the funnier
                    when given deadpan without playing to the usual routines
                    and stereotypes of the operatic stage. From his resulting
                    production I can say that he only partially succeeds in convincing
                    me. Indeed, where he saw seriousness in the production this
                    can itself be funny, though not in the way he might have
                    anticipated. Take the ravishing beauties Clorinda and Tisbe:
                    they appear caricature comic from the start, with overacted
                    facial expressions and gestures – very far from actual beauty.
                    It is for me Don Magnifico who pushes the envelope too far,
                    lunging all too often into stereotypical buffo stage acting.
                    The fact that Hall let this remain in the production is the
                    greatest indication that he himself might not have been fully
                    convinced that Rossini can stand being played straight. As
                    a consequence this production can be frustrating because
                    despite paying lip service to an idea it fails to see it
                    through.
                  
                   
                  
                  The
                    singing also attracted critical plaudits and derision. On
                    the whole as far as vocal production goes I find it generally
                    excellent, though again personal taste will enter into it
                    where individual voices are concerned. Raquela Sheeran and
                    Lucia Cirillo are well paired as the ‘delightful’ sisters,
                    and their interaction has a real sense of spontaneity. 
                  
                   
                  
                  Luciano
                    di Pasquale brings vocal agility, insight and - as I said
                    - a touch of buffoonery to the role of Don Magnifico. I am
                    particularly glad about the last quality being there. Without
                    it the soufflé would fall rather flat. Simone Alberghini
                    as Dandini, the nobility impersonating servant, is di Pasquale’s
                    only comic rival here, but his humour succeeds because of
                    the strength he gives to his straight-laced assumption – that
                    is, until the truth is revealed with a masterstroke of Rossinian
                    wit. 
                  
                   
                  
                  Nathan
                    Berg’s Alidoro, who sees good where no-one else acknowledges
                    it, remains a somewhat shady figure, though superbly sung;
                    but just why does he engineer things so, apart from to find
                    his master a loving wife? Maxim Mironov may not be everyone’s
                    Don Ramiro with his high and slightly tight nasal tenor,
                    though I did not find him displeasing. He acts effectively,
                    observing before speaking, which one feels is how it should
                    be with men of real breeding – just look at the alternative
                    as embodied by Don Magnifico!
                  
                   
                  
                  Ruxandra
                    Donose as Angelina/Cenerentola attracted a good deal of negative
                    criticism for her singing and her portrayal of the role,
                    but in my view this was not wholly justified. Vocally, the
                    voice is solidly produced even though it’s not a mezzo of
                    barnstorming proportions. This means that the asides and
                    introspection that Angelina has to put across contrast well
                    with the more confident radiance of Cenerentola. If there
                    is a slight coolness in her assumption I can ascribe it only
                    to Hall’s non-committal direction. Greater direction in one
                    viewpoint or another of the work - or even the freedom allowed
                    to follow her interpretational gut instincts - may have resulted
                    in greater emotional involvement throughout.
                  
                   
                  
                  Underpinning
                    it all is the conducting of Vladimir Jurowski: intelligent,
                    well phrased, good dynamic sensitivity too, and all achieved
                    by knowing what he wanted and how to get it.
                  
                   
                  
                  This
                    is highly recommendable for many reasons, but I stop short
                    of an unqualified recommendation because Peter Hall’s production
                    will either seem appropriate or it won’t. For my money I
                    wish he’d taken a less sober approach to it all. Rossini
                    needs fizz, and this is champagne left uncorked for a touch
                    too long before pouring.
                  
                   
                  
                    Evan
                        Dickerson
                  
                     
                
                
                
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