Having seen this production in January this year (2010), less 
                  than a week after the one recorded here, I have still very clear 
                  memories of it and I also looked back on my review 
                  on Seen and Heard to find out how I reacted then. The overall 
                  impression was the same the second time around, the essential 
                  difference being the welcome opportunities to catch details 
                  and get to grips with the characters in close-ups. The cast 
                  is basically the same, the important exception being that Teddy 
                  Tahu Rhodes sings Escamillo on the DVDs, having been summoned 
                  on rather short notice to stand in for an ailing Mariusz Kwiecien, 
                  who was the singer I saw. 
                    
                  The beauty and realism of the production has been successfully 
                  transferred to the digital medium – this was the performance 
                  that was relayed world wide to HD cinemas – but as usual the 
                  impact of certain magnificent scenes is lessened when seen on 
                  a TV-screen. This is however compensated by imaginative camera 
                  angles and the evocative lighting comes over very well to the 
                  small screen. Also the two dancers, personifying Carmen and 
                  Don José are well caught during the prelude when they perform 
                  in the gap in the curtain. With the red background this is symbolising 
                  the blood that will inevitably stream from the stabbed Carmen 
                  outside the bullring in the final scene – and also from the 
                  bull who met the same destiny inside the bullring. The parallel 
                  is elucidated when the turntable rotates the sets and allows 
                  us to look into the arena. 
                    
                  The acting, which feels natural enough when seen live in the 
                  opera house at a fair distance, can sometimes stand out as exaggerated 
                  when seen in close-ups, but there are no such problems here. 
                  All the principals, indeed all the lesser characters as well, 
                  are well chiselled out and since the production was so new – 
                  it was premiered on New Year’s Eve, just a little more than 
                  two weeks before this relay – everything is fresh and no cobweb 
                  has yet settled. They also look their roles. One could argue 
                  that Barbara Frittoli’s Micaëla is rather mature looking, not 
                  the innocent ingénue that is the common picture of her. But 
                  Ms Frittoli, in an interview with Renée Fleming, maintains that 
                  Micaëla after all isn’t that timid. She has the guts to search 
                  for – and find – Don José in the town, at the regiment even, 
                  and in the third act she bids defiance to the dangers and walks 
                  alone through the mountains to find Don José again in the smugglers’ 
                  camp. This calls for courage and life experience that only a 
                  mature woman can muster. I can buy that argument and thus also 
                  accept that Frittoli’s tone isn’t as youthful as it once was 
                  but she is still one of the most expressive and nuanced of today’s 
                  great sopranos. Her singing in the first act duet is enchanting 
                  and the third act aria is deeply involved and beautifully sung, 
                  though she was even better on the night I saw her. Teddy Tahu 
                  Rhodes as Escamillo is something of a sensation: tall, dark, 
                  with matinee good looks, winning smile, excellent actor and 
                  sings with dash and authority that makes this bullfighter both 
                  dangerous and warmly human. He is less apt at expressing the 
                  more intimate feelings in the short love duet with Carmen in 
                  the last act but otherwise he is a winner. Keith Miller’s Zuniga 
                  is as formidable as he was in the theatre and the quartet of 
                  smugglers are well in the picture with an extra plus for Earle 
                  Patriarco. 
                    
                  And the central couple, Carmen and Don José? Originally Angela 
                  Gheorghiu was scheduled to sing the title role but she backed 
                  out after the separation from Roberto Alagna. No one can deny 
                  that she is a marvellous singer and actor and I have heard excerpts 
                  from her complete recording with Alagna, recorded half a dozen 
                  years earlier. She is very good there and I can’t put my finger 
                  on any deficiencies – apart from her being a soprano and not 
                  a mezzo-soprano. And Elena Garanca is a true mezzo-soprano 
                  and she has a marvellous voice and she is a supreme actress 
                  as well. In the theatre I lacked some fire in her singing; on 
                  the DVDs she has plenty of that commodity! And her sex appeal 
                  and flashing eyes are even more tangible in the many close ups. 
                  Her singing is absolutely ravishing – which I also pointed out 
                  recently when reviewing her new album Habanera (see review), 
                  recorded a couple of months later than this performance. In 
                  fact she has nothing to fear from comparisons with any of her 
                  great predecessors. Garanca and Alagna had sung their roles 
                  opposite each other at Covent Garden earlier and when reunited 
                  at the Met they felt that they knew each other well and could 
                  play and act uninhibitedly – That’s what Alagna says in the 
                  interview with Fleming during the interval. As in the performance 
                  I saw the tenor takes some time to warm up here too but he is 
                  always ardent and involved and, though lacking some nuances 
                  in the duet with Micaëla he makes amends during the final pages 
                  with really sensitive singing. Throughout he creates a character 
                  of flesh and blood of Don José and one can follow the gradual 
                  decline. His flower song isn’t the last word in lyric restraint 
                  but it is very alive and he ends it with a magical pianissimo. 
                  Then his desperation grows until the final duet outside the 
                  bullring. There he is resigned, soft-spoken, appealing at first 
                  but when he realizes that everything is lost his anger just 
                  wallows out of him. This scene seldom fails in arousing sympathy 
                  for both characters and that is exactly what it does here too. 
                  It is an artistic triumph for both Garanca and Alagna. 
                    
                  Yannick Nézet-Séguin is a sympathetic conductor, tossing off 
                  the prelude at turbo speed but then he relaxes and shapes a 
                  homogenous performance with stunning playing from the Met orchestra. 
                  The quality of the pictures is superb and the sound well integrated. 
                  The interviews, charmingly hosted by Renée Fleming, are pleasing 
                  extras. 
                    
                  There is no lack of recordings of this opera, whether on CD 
                  or DVD, and I have a soft spot for the film version with Julia 
                  Migenes as well a Vienna State Opera production with Elena Obraztsova, 
                  both with Domingo as Don José, but the present issue now rubs 
                  shoulders with those two in my Carmen corner and I think 
                  that among the three Carmens, Elina Garanca wins on points. 
                  This is a great achievement. 
                    
                  Göran Forsling 
                    
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