Aida
Opera in Four Acts by
GIUSEPPE VERDI
Libretto by Antonio Ghislanzoni
Sung in Italian with English titles
| Aida |
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Kathleen Halm |
| Radames |
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Todd Geer |
| Amneris |
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Lyutsina Kazachenko |
| Ramfis |
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Philip Skinner |
| Amonastro |
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Bojan Knezevic |
| Pharaoh |
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Kirk Eichelberger |
| High Priestess |
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Hope Briggs |
Scott Parkman,
conductor
Harvey Berman, director
Performance of Saturday, July 12, 2003
at Kofmann Theatre,
Dean Lesher Regional Center for the Arts
WALNUT CREEK,
CALIF (July 12) – It’s lean times for the arts. Everywhere,
orchestras and opera companies are cutting back on their offerings,
if not disbanding all together. Major donors are hemorrhaging
dollars. Productions are shared among as many as seven opera
companies. Under these dire circumstances, the Festival Opera of
Walnut Creek is taking dire measures to stay afloat, by giving one
instead of two operas this season, and by presenting the grandest of
grand operas in a less-than-grand manner in order to be, according
to the company’s press brochure, “fiscally responsible”.
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Aida, Act One |
Which begs the question: How well does fiscal
responsibility blend with artistic responsibility? The answer is, I
fear, not very well. One can argue and rationalize all one wants
about the virtues of focusing on the intimate relationships of the
opera’s three protagonists. The argument goes on to say that there
is no need for the full complement of mise-en-scčne and orchestral
forces that are essential building blocks of the French grand opera
genre, of which Aida is a prime example. The truth is that,
in the conventions of the French grand opera, human drama unfolds
and struggles against an immense backdrop of political and
geographical adversaries that threaten to dwarf it. That is why, in
an extraordinary catena of letters by Verdi to his Aida
collaborators (between 1870 and the opera’s Cairo premiere), the
composer insisted on and labored over such minutiae as the exact
number of musicians and their seating arrangement in the pit, and
the historical accuracy of staging the Pharaonic Egypt. That is
also why any attempt to present Aida with reduced forces –
whether scenic or orchestral (or, in this case, both) – is not only
contrary to the composer’s intentions, but will also derail the
opera’s human drama. Given the budgetary constraints, it would have
been more preferrable for the Festival Opera to put on a concert
performance with a full orchestra and chorus. (The Opera Orchestra
of New York has done so for many years with splendid results.)
The rather stiff stage direction by Harvey
Berman (or was it stiff acting?) made it look like a
concert performance with gorgeous costumes by Barbara Ann Gherzi.
The stand-and-deliver style of acting effectively turned Verdi back
20 years, to the world of Il Trovatore and Nabucco.
Mr. Berman did not seem to know what to do with the Egyptian slaves
chorus, either, who were dressed as European tourists, sitting in
tiers and occasionally milling about aimlessly. They sounded
completely out of character in passages such as “Glory to Egypt, and to Isis!”
and “Let us dance, Egyptian maidens!”.
The painted backdrop (again old-fashioned!) and
clever rotating faux-Egyptian unit sets are the brainchild of set
designer Peter Crompton, and beautifully illuminated by
lighting designer James Aitken. Amneris’ boudoir in Act Two,
with its blue lace veils, chaise lounge and soft floodlighting, was
enchanting to behold.
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(Left to Right) Kathleen Halm
as Aida, Lyutsina Kazachenko as Amneris |
Musically, the pint-size orchestra simply would
not do. So much of Aida’s dramatic efficacy depends on
the contrast of alternating
emotions and harmonic colors that only a large orchestra can produce – the grand Amneris-Aida-Radames trio
followed by Aida’s solo “Ritorna vincitor”, Amneris’ frenzied
plea with the High Priests followed by Aida-Radames’sublime final
duet, and the list goes on. Tried hard as he did, conductor
Scott Parkman proved unable to rise up to the opera’s grandeur
in several vital passages, which merely sounded thin and scrappy. (He was
not helped by the loss of a cellist, who fainted in mid-performance
and had to be rushed to the hospital in an ambulance.) Maestro
Parkman also had trouble with the massed ensembles, which at times
threatened to disintegrate into anarchy (I was told things went
better at the rehearsal.) To its credit, the small hall did enhance
the intimate moments with Verdi’s delectable writing for the flute,
trumpet and harp.
The
vociferous response from a large section of the audience (and
certain members armed with large bouquets) would lead one to believe
there was operatic singing of the finest kind. Quite the opposite,
this was as deplorable a performance as I can remember in my ten
years of attending the Festival Opera. Suffice it to say that the
Ramfis of bass-baritone Philip Skinner was the greatest
feature of the evening – sonorous, firm, and utterly secure. In her
role debut, soprano Kathleen Halm displayed some lovely soft
singing as the Ethiopian princess, when she was not forcing her
voice to the breaking point above the stave. Tenor Todd Geer’s
stiffly sung Radames was anything but heroic. Russian mezzo-soprano
Lyutsina Kazachenko’s Amneris, suffering from a bad case of
mal’aria, was a fiasco. There is no law to compel a singer
to be accurate in the production of tone or acting in a dramatically
plausible manner, but there still lingers, to some listeners, a
desire in favor of the practice. This Amneris collapsed at the end
with a calculated efficiency of a toppled statue, not the grief of a
woman crushed by her own jealousy and remorse. The remainders of
the cast were acceptable, if not memorable – Bojan Knezevic’s
menacing Amonastro, Kirk Eichelberger’s potent Pharaoh, and
Hope Briggs’ pure-toned High Priestess.
Let’s hope that next year the Festival Opera of
Walnut Creek will return to fiscal health, and to the smaller operas
it did so well in the past, and leave grand operas to its big cousin
across the Bay.
Remaining show dates are July 15, 18,
20. Tickets are $28 to $58 and may be ordered at the Opera box
office (925) 943-7469 or online at
www.festivalopera.com
Truman
C. Wang is editor of Classical Voice.
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