A sequence of beautiful
wintry pictures from Moscow – the Moscow River, the Kremlin
etc – bring us to the Bolshoi Theatre, a quick interior and
then the applause for conductor Alexander Lazarev and we are
in the pit for the prelude. After that the opera unfolds scene
by scene in a lavish production, colourful, realistic, traditional,
with magnificent stage-sets and a throng of choristers and extras
filling the enormous stage of the Bolshoi, reminding us that
the main protagonist in this opera is the Russian people. With
all these crowds the action at times tends to be a bit unwieldy
but the remaining impression is of something monumental and
nationalistic on a stage that more than any other is associated
with this opera, even though St Petersburg saw the premiere.
Beautiful, gold-glittering costumes for the nobles, rags for
the poor, banners waving and icons carried – this is operatic
historicism at its best – or worst, depending on one’s attitude
to staging aesthetics. The acting can sometimes feel a bit old-fashioned
too, with over-explicit gestures, but on this stage and in this
large house you need to be explicit to be noticed at all. Principally
this is the same problem as in Verona, where the acting at the
considerable distance most viewers see it from is OK but in
close-ups on the screen they can seem exaggerated and even ridiculous.
What is without question is that here we have a cast, a chorus
and an orchestra with this music in their veins and guided through
the score – in Rimsky-Korsakov’s arrangement – by one of the
most reliable Russian conductors, Alexander Lazarev. At the
time this was filmed he was the new Principal Conductor of the
house – a position he held until 1995. The playing and choral
singing is all one could wish for and there is an extra thrill
to hear the deep basses of the chorus. Neither orchestra nor
chorus are quite as sophisticated and polished as their counterparts
on Karajan’s Vienna recording (on CD only) but to my mind this
is the authentic thing and that is something to be grateful
for.
The solo singing
is also authentic and that is not always something to be grateful
for. Shrill, wobbly sopranos and hollow-sounding contraltos
seem to be the order of the day and although some of the acting
redeems what we hear it is still a liability best heard once
and never again. The Fyodor is quite good and in Tamara Sinyavskaya
there is a Marina to be reckoned with. Hers is a classy voice
with power and beauty combined and a vibrato that is well controlled.
The tenors are also a mixed bunch. Vladislav Piavko as Grigory
is a good actor and he has a powerful voice but it is afflicted
with that hard, penetrating tone that is a threat to both crystal
glasses and eardrums. Vladimir Kudryashov’s scheming Shuisky
has also a certain hardness to his voice but this is mainly
a lyrical tenor and he can soften it, which he sometimes does.
The best tenor singing comes from the young Alexander Fedin
as the Idiot – a lyrical voice of immense beauty. It’s a pity
that he obviously took on too many heavy roles too soon – on
the CD “The Tchaikovsky Experience” published ten years after
this Boris was made, he displays a vibrato that overshadows
what beauty is still left.
For really good
singing and acting we have to go to the lower men’s voices and
four veterans: baritone Yuri Mazurok admirably steady and beautiful
of tone, Alexander Vedernikov, once a fine Boris on Fedoseyev’s
recording released on Philips, sings a moving Pimen, Arthur
Eizen repeats his large-than-life Varlaam from that same Philips
set, a feast for both eye and ear, and of course Evgeny Nesterenko
in the name part. He recorded it for Melodiya years before this
DVD was made, a set recently made available on CD by Regis and
one of the best available. But seeing him as well as hearing
him, so deeply involved and still in excellent voice, is something
to treasure. I heard him in concert at about this time and he
was marvellous; two years later his voice had deteriorated markedly,
he was unsteady and even wobbly. But at this performance he
is an ideal Boris, every nuance, every inflection perfectly
judged without sounding studied. His big solos should be in
the collection of any bass aspiring to take on this role. He
belongs in a select group of great basses together with Chaliapin,
Christoff, Ghiaurov and few others, and it is easy to see his
involvement during the curtain calls: he is still Boris and
has still a long way to go before he has transformed to Evgeny
again.
Talking of veterans
it is nice to see tenor Alexander Arkhipov as Missail, the vagabond
monk companion of Varlaam’s. He has been a member of the Bolshoi
company since 1968 and was still singing the Emperor Altoum
in the Bolshoi production of Turandot at Dalhalla in
August 2005.
The video production
is fairly traditional. Sometimes the producer picks a detail,
a face or a gesture from a comprimario which can be entertaining
but sometimes also distracts from the central action. We get
some fine overviews of the scenery. The beautiful blue sets
at the Castle of Sandomir (act 3 scene 1) are like a fairy-tale
and get a round of applause when the curtain rises. The sound
is perfectly acceptable and we are treated to some glimpses
from the orchestra pit now and then. I could have wished a more
generous supply of cue-points - or chapters as some companies
like to call them – there are only fifteen in an opera that
plays for almost three hours but that’s a minor criticism.
This is, as I have
already implied, not the definitive Boris Godunov but
a fascinating document of an authentic performance with singers
and musicians who know this music like their own pocket. Fedin,
Mazurok, Vedernikov, Eizen and especially Nesterenko in the
title part give an extra frisson to the set.
Göran Forsling
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