Le Nozze di Figaro at Glyndebourne, 2016.
Susan Bickley (Marcellina), Alasdair Elliott (Don Curzio), Gyula Orendt (Count Almaviva), Carlo Lepore (Dr Bartolo), Rosa Feola (Susanna) and Davide Luciano (Figaro).
Michael Grandage's production, however, which was certainly both fun and colourful, was high, in both senses, on the opera's comedy and cynicism but, by being carried away by its oh-so-smart concept of hedonism in a '1960s' setting, it lost many of the darker and more nuanced aspects of a piece which is a great deal more than slapstick farce. The 1960's, as far as this production was concerned, was a time of cynically practiced free-love (a nice comparison to pre-revolutionary France), a lot of cannabis and, most depressingly, what appears to have been the birth of 'dad dancing'. Like some of the other tired old jokes on display here, everyone found time, even the Countess, to show us that they could twist again like they did last summer.
Serena Malfi (Cherubino) and Rosa Feola (Susanna).
Of course, especially after the dinner interval, slapstick often gets the wildest applause at Glyndebourne. and the performance reduced most of the people sitting near me to charmingly childlike giggling. I know, don't knock it, it's wonderful these days to find people happy to spend any time at all enjoying opera.
Gyula Orendt (Count Almaviva) and Rosa Feola (Susanna).
The main problem with Mr Grandage's production was the way he reduced the role of the philandering Count Almaviva to a rather silly character, mostly high on cannabis, easily tricked by all around him and thus, when Mozart's music reveals the character's real anger and danger, all we get is dope-crazed slapstick. Gyula Orendt was perfectly fine, with his light and, mostly, flexible baritone, but having to play the role as a youthful and caricatured, Whitehall farce, version of the notorious hippie aristocrat, the 7th Marquess of Bath (born 1932), drained the interpretation of soul and the opera of its beating heart.
The 7th Marquess of Bath.
Rosa Feola (Susanna) and Gyula Orendt (Count Almaviva).
It's not, I hope, me being resistant to opera directors up-dating their productions to find the work's relevance for modern audiences - there have been many thrilling productions, not least here at Glyndebourne, that have justified what has, in all truth, become a bit of an easy cliché. It's that this, of all operas, is a marvel of character analysis in music and, by turning the Count into a joke, all the light and shade so intricately woven between the other characters unravelled.
It was still a lovely wedding! The cast were all on top vocal form. It was great to have such a fine ringing tenor from Alasdair Elliott, in the tiny part of the notary, Don Curzio. Too often the tenor line in the great Act 3 sextet goes missing but not last night. There was a classic Dr Bartolo from Carlo Lepore, a silly (sorry Mr Grandage) but gloriously sung Cherubino from Serena Malfi, an unusually solemn but well-sung Susanna from Rosa Feola, and a magnifiently dark-voiced Figaro from rising star Davide Luciano who was, in this topsy-turvy production, deprived of most of the comedic side of his role.
Davide Luciano (Figaro).
Accolades though for the limpid singing and glorious phrasing from the thrilling South African soprano, Golda Schultz, who, in spite of struggling to walk in those ridiculous platform shoes,(and to do the twist in them), was allowed to let her lovely voice, perfectly produced throughout its range, to take us to that place where only Mozart can transport us. Brava!
Golda Schultz (Countess Almaviva).
On such a beautiful Sussex summer evening, Glyndebourne reminds me just how lucky I am to have this small miracle of opera just down the road from my home in Lewes. On such a beautiful Sussex summer evening, Mozart, too, rises to the occasion, in spite of the some of Michael Grandage's trip wires, and sends us all home with joy and, yes, sadness in our hearts.