John Adams’ 1987 work, a project fostered by wunderkind
director Peter Sellars and Houston Grand Opera director (now SFO director)
David Gockley, created a watershed moment in modern American opera when, much
to everyone’s surprise, it became a popular hit. The opera has maintained a
place in the repertory ever since, and opened the way for a wave of new
American works, including more recent SFO creations like “Dead Man Walking,”
“The Bonesetter’s Daughter” and “Heart of a Soldier.”
Considering all that, I wish I could say I liked it. Following
the hyper-intellectual trends of the day (postmodernism, deconstructionism),
the creators of NiC gave their libretto to a poet, Alice Goodman, and decided
to blow up the whole concept of opera as a storytelling form. Given the most
tragic figure who has ever occupied the White House – a veritable American
Macbeth – Goodman created a narrative that devolves from historic meeting to
lively debate to an open-mic poetry reading featuring the most banal thoughts
of the world’s most powerful figures.
A further irritation is the Glass-inspired harmonic cycling
of the minimalist movement. In the short run, the device can be thrilling and
rhythmically propulsive. But minimalists always seem to let this sonic freight
train run non-stop, when it might be a good idea to try something different
once in a while.
As far as presentation goes, SFO has thrown an enormous
amount of talent and energy into the production (it’s almost worth seeing for
the voices alone). After a breathtaking animation of Air Force One (Sean
Nieuwenhuis, projection designer), the screen rises to Erhard Rom’s set design
of the airliner, a visual so stunning it drew applause. (The production is from
Vancouver Opera.)
Baritone Brian Mulligan steps to the tarmac and delivers the
opera’s most memorable piece, “News is a mystery,” centered on artful opera
buffo repetitions. The act proceeds to a lively debate with Mao, featuring
rousing heldentenor bursts from New Zealander Simon O’Neill and funny echoes
from a trio of yes-girls, then to a banquet that spins wildly out of control,
thanks in part to baritone Patrick Carfizzi’s clownish, skirt-chasing
Kissinger.
This is where the opera seems to run out of gas. An overlong
tour of the countryside with Pat Nixon (soprano Maria Kanyova) is followed by
an overlong performance of the ballet “The Red Detachment of Women” (featuring
an excellent solo by Bryan Ketron). The rest of the opera is stolen by Korean soprano
Hye Jung Lee, who plays Madame Mao as if her hair were on fire (in a good way).
Lee is a gradute of SFO’s Merola Program, and bears watching.
The highlight of the navel-gazing third act is Nixon’s
reminiscence of his wartime hamburger stand. Chou En-Lai’s musing about whether
“anything we did was good,” is supposed to redeem the act (and perhaps the
opera), but by then it’s too late.
It could be that NiC’s surprising endurance stems from the
very absurdity of its concept (its title taken from Rossinian farces like “The
Italian Girl in Algiers”). It could also derive from a continuing fascination
with Nixon (the average opera-goer being plenty old enough to remember the trauma
of Watergate). But the opera assumes so much background knowledge on the part
of its audience, its popularity seems destined to die off.
Through July 3, War Memorial Opera House, 401 Van Ness
Avenue, San Francisco. $21-$389, 415/864-3330, www.sfopera.com.
Image: Hye Jung Lee (Madame Mao Tse-tung). Photo by Cory Weaver.
Image: Hye Jung Lee (Madame Mao Tse-tung). Photo by Cory Weaver.
Michael J. Vaughn is author of the novel “Operaville,”
available at amazon.com, and “How to Sing,” a poem forthcoming in the literary
magazine Confrontation.
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