A masked Verdi

Opera Australia’s spring season in Melbourne opened with two masterpieces by Verdi in his bicentennial year. It was a decidedly rocky pairing.

La Fura dels Baus’s production of Un Ballo in Maschera was first seen in Sydney in January. La Fura is open about its intentions. Assistant director Valentina Carrasco told Time Out Melbourne that ‘it’s not a love story and we want to show that’. (Admirers of the great love duet in Act Two may find this surprising.) Politics are everywhere, and so are the masks. Director Àlex Ollé, writing in the program, refers to recent protest movements like the Arab Spring and Occupy Wall Street, and says that ‘the protester’s aim is to unmask the face of power’. Thus the usually benign and jovial Gustav III of Sweden becomes a boorish, neurotic despot.

Video has much to answer for. Many a Leningrad or Resurrection symphony has been marred by tendentious arthouse projections. The new Masked Ball opens giddily with images of war, a naked athlete covered in letters, and the usual Biafran waif. Gustav’s court is set in a kind of Brutalist shopping centre. All the choristers wear masks and pale blue suits with numbers on the back. The king himself (played here by Diego Torre, a willing if conventional actor) wears a silver visor over his mask: he lifts the former during moments of unregality. Torre was in good voice for the first of his many buoyant arias.

Csilla Boross as Amelia and Diego Torre as Gustav III in Opera Australias production of A Masked Ball. Photograph by Jeff BusbyCsilla Boross as Amelia and Diego Torre as Gustav III in Opera Australia’s production of A Masked Ball. (Photograph by Jeff Busby)Opera singers are not, as a rule, very glamorous to behold. Put them in purple frock coats and burn masks and you do them no favours. Good singers use their whole face to act with, to reach people in the gods. That’s why Maria Callas lost eighty pounds in a year: she needed a jawline and wanted her neck back. Here, there was little chance for the principals to act, to emote. The effect was one of coldness and disengagement.

Scene Two, when Gustav heads off in disguise to meet the notorious sorceress Ulrica, contains some of the most glorious music in the opera – some of the hardest too for contralto. Mariana Pentcheva (Ulrica, a precursor of Erda) was in poor voice, with little power and a torrid vibrato.

Csilla Boross, as Amelia, was in confident, expressive form. Unfortunately, she had to wear a tram conductress’s uniform, with mask. Only in Act Two was she given something sleek and sensible to wear – a cocktail dress – but then she had to change back into the officious suit for the finale.

Amelia’s great moment comes at the start of Act Two, when she goes to the foot of the public gallows in search of the herbs that will rid her of this guilty love for Gustav. ‘Ma dall’arido stelo divulsa’ is one of Verdi’s finest, darkest, most searching and exposed arias. Boross sang it well, despite the gratuitious shades that moved around her – such a literal and distracting touch. The immense and complex love duet that follows was well sung but fussily directed (finally the lovers shed their masks, in recognition).

José Carbó was our Anckarstroem, the king’s secretary, likely cuckold, and ultimate assassin. Even in a mask Carbó knows how to act. On learning that Gustav’s nocturnal companion was in fact his own wife, he was suitably menacing. Enraged, even his posture changed as he hauled Amelia back to the town. Early in the final act, Carbó sang the aria ‘Eri tu’ with great force and conviction, as he did in Sydney, where he stood out in the cast.

The masked ball that ends the opera was the weakest thing in it. The chorus, lamely directed, mooched about with tipsy inconsequence. The holocaust that killed them all after Gustav’s assassination was risible. One shouldn’t end up sniggering as the curtain falls on the dying Gustav, but that was a common reaction where I was sitting.

La Fura ignores the essential inwardness of this opera. The main characters are so introspective, notably in arias like ‘Eri tu’ and Amelia’s ‘Ma dall’arido stelo divulsa’ and ‘Morrò, ma prima in grazia’. Listen to Callas’s recordings of the latter pair, which become soliloquies of immense potency.

Three months after its première, the sheer incongruity and silliness of this production were even more apparent.

The second Verdi on offer was Aida – his last opera in the ‘grand’ style. Conceived to celebrate the opening of the Suez Canal, it was rather late for that milestone, not premièring in Cairo until 1871.

Remarkably, this performance was even less successful than Ballo. It was a revival of Graeme Murphy’s busy production, which was first seen in Perth in 2008. It is, as you would expect from this flamboyant choreographer, fast-moving, highly coloured, and intricately constructed. Much is expected of the cast and chorus. They flit around the stage and strike a series of attitudes, possibly idiomatic. We start with a pyramid, which is projected on the floor, prompting a series of frantic triangulations from our three principals, who scamper to their corners like disciplined baseball players.

First, though, Radamès (Carlo Barricelli), opened the night with the difficult aria ‘Celeste Aida’. Radamès is meant to be alone on stage, but Murphy, in a sign of things to come, has the Aida of his dreams writhing on the floor.

Diego Torre as Gustav III and Jose Carbo as Count Ankarstrom in Opera Australias production of A Masked Ball. Photograph by Jeff BusbyDiego Torre as Gustav III and José Carbó as Count Anckarstroem in Opera Australia’s production of A Masked Ball. (Photograph by Jeff Busby)

Then came the conveyor belt (or sushi bar, as someone cruelly dubbed it during interval). It ran above the footlights, next to a narrow infinity pool in which a topless ballerina executed a freestroke dash at the beginning of the inimitably moody Nile Scene. The belt was never still for long. Somewhat warily, the principals would step onto it and whiz to the other side of the stage for dramatic effect. This was particularly distracting in the middle of arias and ensembles.

Barricelli looked suitably lordly and conflicted, but sang poorly on opening night. He seemed uncomfortable and acted woodenly. His pitch was a major problem in the first three acts, though he settled in the great Tomb Scene, which was kinder to both principals, being covered and closer to the audience.

Daria Masiero, as the eponymous Ethiopian slave, looked the part and had some fine pianissimo moments; but this is a light voice for such a taxing role and large theatre.

Michael Honeyman as Amonasro (Aida’s father and king of Ethiopia) lifted this torpid performance briefly, though the Nile Scene with his daughter – one of those stirring filial scenes Verdi created for baritone and soprano – was strangely flat. Aida’s soaring plea for pity when Amonasro savagely disowns her – as great as anything Verdi ever wrote – passed without a frisson.

The best of the four principals was Deborah Humble as Amneris. She looked very princess-like in all the gold and tinsel they could find in the wardrobe department. Hers is a light and youthful-sounding voice for such an exceptionally taxing mezzo role, notably in Act Three when Amneris beseeches the imprisoned Radamès to relent and exculpate himself; but Humble sang accurately throughout. Her rage at the end of this powerful scene, when she vituperates Radamès’s accusers, injected some needed emotion into the production.

At the end, the conveyor belt did its gaudy worst. As the entombed lovers prepare to die – to some of Verdi’s loveliest and most languorous music in ‘O terra addio’ – Murphy makes them step onto the belt in frozen attitudes so that they can (inexplicably) change places.

The problem is that if you reduce your principal singers to bas-relief figures on a conveyor belt you deprive them of what Verdi gave them in abundance – humanity, complexity, volatility and vulnerability, and a kind of piteous hard-won knowledge.

Murphy makes the mistake of saturating the opera with spectacle, to borrow Lord Harewood’s phrase. He forgets that Aida – despite its brassy, tumultuous beginnings – resolves itself in chamber-like scenes of great stillness and intensity. As that discerning student of Verdi, Charles Osborne, reminded us: ‘For all its public scenes, it is the most intimate of “grand” operas, and at its heart one senses Verdi’s profound melancholy.’

Much more enjoyable was a modest little offering in a Prahran chapel. This was the Lyric Opera of Melbourne’s version of Poulenc’s La voix humaine, restyled as Elle, after the stricken woman who occupies the stage for an hour on the eve of her lover’s wedding to a younger woman. The tiny stage was looped with a long red wire like the telephone cord that Elle ceaselessly frets at during her many abortive conversations with her lover.

Marilla Homes, who has sung with Victorian Opera, was the Elle on this occasion (she alternated with Julie Torpy throughout the season). Vocally and histrionically, Homes was unfazed by the role. She was by turns catty and nostalgic, vitriolic and pathetic – and often very funny. It felt like a real occasion watching a young singer command a stage for an hour in such an intimate venue.

Published in June 2013 no. 352
Peter Rose

Peter Rose

Peter Rose is the Editor and CEO of Australian Book Review. His books include a family memoir, Rose Boys (2001), which won the National Biography Award in 2003. He has published two novels and six poetry collections, most recently The Subject of Feeling (UWA Publishing, 2015).

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