Unless you’ve made a close study of the history of the 
                  French Revolution, the story of Andrea Chenier as penned 
                  by Giordano’s librettist Luigi Illica can be more than 
                  a little confusing. Although what we have here is essentially 
                  a simple love triangle, Illica’s predilection for repeatedly 
                  throwing in historical references to long forgotten personalities 
                  (Necker? Tallien? Dumouriez?), political factions (Girondins?) 
                  and social phenomena of the period (merveilleuses?) can 
                  easily distract a modern audience from the essential plot. 
                    
                  Thankfully, this particular production keeps everything as clear 
                  and simple as possible and it will certainly appeal to anyone 
                  who found the recently issued DVD of the Bregenz Festival’s 
                  2011 Andrea Chénier (see 
                  here) just a little bit too off the wall. 
                    
                  Apart from its clarity, the biggest assets are the three leading 
                  singers. In an age when many cleverly promoted vocalists are 
                  perceived by the public as “opera stars” even though 
                  they’ve never actually performed in a full stage production, 
                  José Cura is the real thing and undeniably one of today’s 
                  most exciting operatic tenors. I was justifiably taken with 
                  his Turiddu/Canio in Arthaus Musik’s Cav and Pag 
                  double bill from a couple of years back (see 
                  here) and this is another performance in the same league. 
                  In the first Act he commands the stage from a passionately delivered 
                  Un di, all' azzuro onwards. After that neither Maddalena 
                  nor the theatre audience can resist his appeal. Later on, Cura 
                  takes full advantage of all the show-stopping opportunities 
                  that have made the opera a favourite with those tenors with 
                  the self confidence (or self regard) to take it on. Radiating 
                  immense charisma and intensity, he has a great stage presence 
                  - especially once he has discarded the Act 1 ancien regime’s 
                  sartorial fripperiesin favour of the more fetchingly 
                  heroic costumes of the Revolutionary era. 
                    
                  Some great tenors of the past certainly usedAndrea Chénier 
                  as a vehicle to showcase their own stardom. The stentorian Mario 
                  Del Monaco, in particular, often faces that accusation, though 
                  when he is paired with an equally powerful Maddalena such as 
                  Renata Tebaldi (they may be seen together in two DVD performances 
                  - Bel Canto Society BCS-D0003 from 1955 and VAI 4419 from six 
                  years later - and heard on Decca CD set 425 407-2) the results 
                  are undeniably spectacular. 
                    
                  Jose Cura is, though, a generous performer who recognises very 
                  sensibly that the presence of other strong singers on stage 
                  will serve only to enhance his own performance. Fortunately, 
                  Maria Guleghina (Maddalena) and Carlo Guelfi (Gerard) are also 
                  very skilled, both vocally and in their acting. The beauty of 
                  Guleghina’s voice is apparent from her first entrance 
                  and she lives her part most convincingly, from her coquettish 
                  teasing in the first act to her renunciation of life for the 
                  sake of love in the last: watch how, in their Act 2 duet, she 
                  pays close attention to Cura’s words and gestures and 
                  reacts utterly appropriately and convincingly. 
                    
                  Gerard’s character is a more complex one than Maddalena’s, 
                  buffeted as he is by a range of conflicting emotions from the 
                  very start. Carlo Guelfi, an immensely strong presence on the 
                  Bologna stage, expresses that inner complexity and tension very 
                  well and makes his character the opera’s real centrepiece. 
                  In Act 3, his self-questioning monologue is very affectingly 
                  done and the revelation of his long-suppressed feelings in his 
                  subsequent duet with Maddalena is - as it ought to be - a real 
                  dramatic highpoint, capped by the soprano’s powerful La 
                  mamma morta.  
                  Supporting roles are very well taken, too. Cinzia De Mola offers 
                  us a Countess di Coigny who would be quite enough on her own 
                  to justify the oncoming downfall of the French aristocracy. 
                  Her idea of a ball for her preening, mincing friends is not 
                  just a decorous minuet or two but a cabaret appearance by a 
                  naked god Pan dancing lasciviously with his nymphs in a sort 
                  of early version of a bunga-bunga party. 
                    
                  Giacinta Nicotra makes a strong impression as Maddalena’s 
                  loyal servant Bersi, as does Carlo Cigni as Chénier’s 
                  friend Roucher. I also enjoyed Pierre Lefebvre’s Uriah 
                  Heep-like portrayal of the police spy, while Annie Vavrille, 
                  singing the role of the old woman Madelon, makes a positive 
                  and powerful contribution - even if her supposedly 15 years 
                  old grandson looks here rather more like a twenty-something 
                  toy-boy. 
                    
                  In fact, my few quibbles focus on the contribution of Giancarlo 
                  del Monaco - the son, incidentally, of the aforementioned tenor 
                  Mario Del Monaco, even though he differentiates himself with 
                  a lower-case “d” in “del”. In this production 
                  he combines the functions of stage director, set and costume 
                  designer and, while I like the attractive and often eye-catching 
                  costumes, the set and what happens on it are, at times, a little 
                  more questionable. 
                    
                  The busier, more detailed sets work best. Act 1 boasts an impressive 
                  mini Hall of Mirrors in beautifully muted pastels (echoed in 
                  the costumes) and Act 3’s courtroom set, in which scaffolding 
                  for the peasant jury is set up in the midst of a palatial gilded 
                  ballroom, is equally striking. The opening of the third act, 
                  set in Gerard’s office, and the final gaol scene are both 
                  disappointingly rather sparse and impressionistically conceived. 
                  
                    
                  Stage direction is generally convincing, although Act 2’s 
                  procession of revolutionary heroes (“You see the last 
                  one? Robespierre’s little brother”) is consigned 
                  so far to the rear of the stage that it’s hard to see 
                  exactly what is going on: the Bregenz production works better 
                  as the dignitaries move diagonally across an area nearer the 
                  front. Other than that, I liked the way that the crowd scenes 
                  were marshalled - even though it looks odd to my eyes to see 
                  soldiers, rather than horses, drawing the condemned prisoners’ 
                  tumbrels. Perhaps stage logistics or sheer cost precluded using 
                  real animals? 
                    
                  As is often the case these days, stage action occasionally conflicts 
                  with the words that we are hearing. Thus, towards the end of 
                  the first act, it seems nonsense for the countess to angrily 
                  exclaim “Who let that lot in? Out with that rabble!" when 
                  the peasant “horde” interrupting her party consists 
                  of just one man carrying in his arms the corpse of a boy. Similarly, 
                  in the opera’s final moments, we hear a gaoler summoning 
                  Chénier and Maddalena to their execution and the couple 
                  affirming their eagerness to go willingly for the sake of their 
                  mutual love. You might therefore reasonably expect to see them 
                  climbing into a (no doubt soldier-drawn) tumbrel or at least 
                  just disappearing off into the wings. But what we actually see 
                  as the curtain falls is the lovers determinedly climbing a good 
                  10 or 12 feet vertically up the bars of their cell that are 
                  ranged across the front of the stage. If that isn’t a 
                  belated attempt at a prison break, perhaps it symbolises their 
                  ascent to heaven? It’s also an unnecessary bit of directorial 
                  affectation that left me rather bemused when I ought, rather, 
                  to have been emotionally overwhelmed, both by the emotional 
                  drama and by Giordano’s tremendously uplifting final duet 
                  (“In our death, love triumphs!”) 
                    
                  In that duet - and in fact all through the opera, by the way 
                  - the singers are well supported by an orchestra that plays 
                  idiomatically and to the manner-born. They are very well directed, 
                  as one would expect, by the experienced Carlo Rizzi. 
                    
                  The television/video directing is also generally fine, although 
                  I am surprised that no-one seemed to notice when, at about 40:13 
                  in Act 2, a poorly chosen camera angle gives us a glimpse of 
                  an actor waiting in the wings. If we really were in Revolutionary 
                  times, the cameraman responsible would, without the slightest 
                  doubt, have been en route for the guillotine before you 
                  could even begin to say merveilleuses. 
                    
                  Rob Maynard