Saturday, April 01, 2006

Happy Ending

E.V.E.N.T.

Some nights are; some nights aren't. Last night was, and there's no way around it.

The strangest piece of commentary I have to offer on the Met's new Don Pasquale, unveiled to roaring approval last night, goes something like this: Anna Netrebko is now, in the way of Margo Channing, a Star. She will never again be anything else. Her natural charm and comic flair on the boards of the Metropolitan were so great, so conquered was I by them, that I will go see pretty much anything else she's in. Not since Bartoli's staged opera debut in Houston in what I'm remembering as 1993 have I seen such natural comedy and joie de chanter. Her voice fills Sybil's Barn with gratifying ease. And I still don't like her singing.

What's an opera queen to do? I'm happy enough to live with contradictions. I really do want to go see her in almost anything (I keep qualifying because she's on for Romeo et Juliette next season and I really don't think I'm up for that particular trudge again.) I was a little in love with her by final curtain. But the voice itself remains, to my ear, ugly, and its production still a little unsubtle. I can't think of another singer I've felt this way about: I can imagine attending her career for the next may-it-be-many years and never wanting a recorded souvenir. I'm sure I'm in the minority and I don't begrudge anyone their more total enjoyment of her. My heart lept up at her mid-act applause after "So anch'io la virtu magica" and stayed with her the whole evening.

It's not even a matter just of being funny, though it's a pleasure to hear a full house laugh rather than giggling on cue [oh, there's the punchline. must produce laughter.] I think what it is above all else is the privilege of watching someone capable of producing deeply convincing spontaneity onstage. Or watching someone who acts with apparent affection for/generosity toward her colleagues. Or watching someone who can act with her feet. Or even just someone who wears clothes that fucking well. Anna Netrebko could bring out the vicarious drag queen in anyone.

I mentioned her chemistry with her colleagues, and it is only moral to mention that each and every one of them responded with what surely was his own estimable best. If I've seen a production where the average level of performance was so high, I can't think of it. My warmest approval goes to Barry Banks. If you haven't read another write-up already, you're thinking: Maury is hitting the bottle again. Barry Banks was not scheduled even up to the last minute. In fact, up to the last scene. Before his services were required, Juan Diego Florez gave a performance of such vocal radiance I had to stuff tiny metaphorical sunglasses in my goddamn ears. I don't know Don Pasquale particularly well, but I kept hoping for the scene where Ernesto and Norina would interact more, because the thought of that pooled wonderfulness was intoxicating. It didn't really happen.

Several people left as soon as the words "Juan Diego Florez has had an allergic reaction" were out of Joe Volpe's mouth. Imbeciles. I was in a good mood anyway from the rest of the opera, plus I had a positive association with the name Barry Banks from somewhere (was he on that jaw-dropping clip from Ermione La Cieca posted a while back? With Pendatchanska @ NYCO?) and had a hunch this might not be a bad thing. Well, I'm not just patting the underdog on the back here. Ernesto's last act aria and the duet with Norina that follows were a triumph of vocal security and loveliness by the brilliant Barry Banks. He sings with an ounce less sweetness than Florez, but a marvellous plangency and, at risk of leaping head first into judgement after a short sing, artistry of the first order. I really may go stand for his one-off later in the month. Bear in mind a week or so ago the best I could come up with to say about Don Pasquale was "it's shite!"

I guess I don't have as much to say about Simone Alaimo and Marius Kwiecien or else I'm afraid of sounding like I was on ecstasy last night and am just a fount of indiscriminate praise. Alaimo was quite funny and idiomatically very connected to this music, perhaps a little moreso than Kwiecien who nonetheless was extraordinarily appealing. At the end of their duet, they stood, back to back, at the edge of the stage, pumping out rapid-fire Italian patter. It was just wonderful is all. I'm sorry to be such a sap.

The production itself was a realist Otto Schenk affair, heaps sunnier and better than the other Schenk productions at the Met. I don't feel I ave anything particularly enligthening to say about it, so I won't.

Ridiculous as it is, I'm going to mark my last comment with a spoiler alert, because the thing I want to describe, the thing that sealed the deal on Netrebko for me, looked so spontaneous I hate to ruin it for you if you go, even though we all know it wasn't an act of invention by Trebs. So stop reading if you want to be delighted by it without forewarning. This was I guess right at the end of the opera, and it was just a little trick of staging: what she did was she came all the way forward, almost to the very edge, and then crouched on the prompter's box to sing the end of the scene. Sounds inconsequential. Go see it and tell me if you agree.

Oh and p.s. April Fool's, they all sucked.
And p.p.s. no of course they didn't; could I fake that kind of enthusiasm? Answer: I could not.

Edit, added later: I've only read a couple of reviews by others in the blogosphere/opera-l-osphere and it appears I may be alone, or in any case alone plus the thousands of people screaming their fool heads off last night. Strange feeling.

11 comments:

Spizz said...
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Chalkenteros said...

I'm jealous -- I wish I had been there. But I will have to wait.

I think I have a crush on Netrebko. I hope my boyfriend doesn't find out.

straussmonster said...

I also remember Barry Banks in that Ermione that was just plain cracktastic, yo. And that's some sick sick sick tenor writing (there are E-flats if you interpolate them).

Dammit, I need to go and see this, don't I?

Maury D'annato said...

Monster: If you don't think Don Pasquale is the most awful load of crap, yeah, it's a bit of a must see. But I'm wondering a little if I was just in a mood to enjoy it. Ask/read around.

straussmonster said...

Oh, but you know me--I'm possibly the most ecumenical opera fan known to man, and have an amazing ability to enjoy almost anything. But on the other hand, I have Absolute Insanity planned for this summer, and maybe I should hoard my resources instead. On the other other hand, mmmm, Juan Diego Florez...

mezzogregory said...

Marius Kwiecien..

Does he make a decent baritone sound?...Because honestly...I spill a few kids everytime I see that Opera News photo spread.

Maury D'annato said...

Hey Monster, did Banks sing the e flats? He does sound like he might have a freak upper extension. I wish I had bothered to download that clip off parterre. I need to familiarize myself with Donna del Lago (beyond Tanti Affetti, which I sing ((horribly)) in the shower at times) which is going to star Banks and Pendatchanska at City Opera next season, hurrah!

Maury D'annato said...

Mezzochen, he makes a more than decent baritone sound. It's not my favorite thing I've ever heard, his voice, but it's good and then some. Months ago I wrote in these ludicrous pages, "Marius Kwieczen, too, was a bit buffo for my tastes, but it was harder to get worked up about it because his voice is so rich and healthy, it's a pleasure just to soak in it." I misspelled his name, bad me! In interpretive terms, I think he's a bit half-formed, but yeah. Good pipes.

straussmonster said...

Don't quote me on this, but I don't *think* he did the e-flats. I was tres pissed at the uni library for being lazy enough to not have bought the P/V for Ermione so I could take it with. I'd have to go listen to the clip, which I gladly would if someone would point lazy me in its direction.

Will totally also go to Donna, and if PG is giving a pre-concert talk for it, will make the goddamn thing this time...

Burns said...

SM, you can find the "Ermione" finale, in two parts, here: http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=parterre+pendatchanska&lv=1

Maury, I'm with you on "Don Pasquale." The sheer star power on display (on Monday) was awesome. After "The Tsar's Bride" and "War and Peace" I never thought I'd want to hear Netrebko in anything but Russian but I'm finding her approach to Verdi and Donizetti fascinating.

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