Karita Mattila sang her first Tosca some four years ago at the 
                  Finnish National Opera in Helsinki and was greatly admired by 
                  Bill Kenny (see review). 
                  She was then already scheduled to sing the role at the Met. 
                  Finnish opera lovers were obviously just as overwhelmed as Bill 
                  and, as he concluded his review, they ‘are booking already 
                  to follow her to New York’. I have no idea how many compatriots 
                  actually were there for the opening night, but those who were 
                  not, were, I hope, able to see the live broadcast and those 
                  who couldn’t manage that have a golden opportunity with 
                  this DVD. Bill wrote about the Helsinki performance that it 
                  ‘turned out to be the most subtle and sensitive portrayal 
                  of Puccini's diva heroine seen for many a long year. 
                  Mattila's Tosca isn't merely the confident opera star: she's 
                  a woman deeply in love whose jealousy is tentative, touching 
                  and understandable rather than strident and angry. She's impossible 
                  not to like’. I couldn’t agree more. 
                    
                  The first winner of the Cardiff Singer of the World Competition 
                  in 1983 she has just turned fifty but there are no signs of 
                  vocal decline. On the contrary her voice has gained further 
                  spinto quality while retaining the lyrical bloom and 
                  sensitivity. Always a good actor she had been accused of over-acting 
                  during the first performances in Helsinki, according to Bill’s 
                  review. Well, she doesn’t exactly play the role straight 
                  and even I thought she was over the top, but to me Tosca is, 
                  and has always been, the epitome of a character on the verge 
                  of a break-down, of total chaos and hysteria. Being an artist, 
                  she knows how to express her feelings in a larger-than-life 
                  manner. To stand up against the tyrannical Scarpia requires 
                  a tigress, barely hiding her claws and in the second act Mattila 
                  mentally arches her back against the Chief of Police’s 
                  advances. But she can be loving and joyful in the first act 
                  duets with Cavaradossi - and jealous! Sparks fly visually when 
                  she identifies the portrait of the Madonna. She is so vulnerable 
                  and helpless in Vissi d’arte, determined in her 
                  search for the safe-conduct and in the last act confident and 
                  almost overbearing - until she realizes that the fake execution 
                  wasn’t a fake at all. This is as rounded a portrait of 
                  Floria Tosca as one can ever expect to see - and with singing 
                  to match. But, again, this is my personal view and I have even 
                  seen Tosca in a concert performance long ago with a Tosca, 
                  who had the looks and bearing of Callas but sang the role almost 
                  motionless, score in hand, and still could convey all the emotions 
                  with her voice and her facial expressions. I remember reading 
                  some negative reviews from the Met premiere and wasn’t 
                  too hopeful when I started my reviewing séance. I may 
                  have nerves of steel but I didn’t understand what the 
                  fuss was about. 
                    
                  As on the recommendable Tosca 
                  DVD from Verona, recorded in July 2006, Marcelo Alvarez is an 
                  admirable Cavaradossi, ardent and thrilling but with lyrical 
                  softness and creamy tone that allows him to sing a ravishing 
                  E lucevan le stele and, an even more enchanting, O 
                  dolci mani. He is no mean actor and makes the painter come 
                  alive and stand out as something more than a good tenor singing 
                  good arias. 
                    
                  The great surprise is however the Georgian baritone George Gagnidze, 
                  whom I had never heard before. He has already made his mark 
                  in several big opera houses, including La Scala and The Metropolitan, 
                  where he was a superb Rigoletto during the 2008-2009 season. 
                  I can understand the superlatives I have read, since here is 
                  a singer with a well schooled and expansive baritone, dark in 
                  the lower register but with almost tenoral brilliance at the 
                  top. He is an expressive actor as well, working with rather 
                  restrained means and he knows how to colour a phrase memorably. 
                  His Scarpia was no cardboard villain but a monster of flesh 
                  and blood; yes, even with a glimpse of human warmth. I have 
                  seen many great Scarpias live through the years, including Ingvar 
                  Wixell in the 1970s and in recent years Juha Uusitalo and Sergei 
                  Leiferkus, all of them deep-probing actors as well as formidable 
                  singers. George Gagnidze on this hearing and viewing might well 
                  join their company. 
                    
                  The rest of the cast is fully acceptable, though the well-seasoned 
                  Paul Plishka may seem over-ripe vocally these days. But a good 
                  Sacristan first of all needs stage presence and charisma and 
                  Plishka has both in abundance. 
                    
                  So far so good then, but there were other disappointments. This 
                  production replaced an old and much loved one, signed Zeffirelli, 
                  which I haven’t seen. Knowing some of his other productions, 
                  not least the spectacular Turandot, which I saw at the 
                  Met a year ago, I have an idea of what could be expected. Where 
                  Zeffirelli is lavish, Peduzzi is merely dull, functional with 
                  no frills. And Luc Bondy, who allegedly has declared that he 
                  doesn’t like this opera, clearly shows this in an unimaginative 
                  reading. I wonder why he accepted the task in the first place. 
                  
                    
                  So readers who want Tosca to be a feast for the eye as 
                  well as for the ear should be warned. They are best advised 
                  to avoid this set completely or at least try to see some glimpses 
                  of it first (see Youtube). 
                  A far better proposition is the Verona production mentioned 
                  above. But for great singing of the three central roles and 
                  with conducting that in no way lets the performance down, the 
                  present set is well worth owning. And you can always listen 
                  to it without the visuals … 
                    
                  Göran Forsling