In its effort to grasp nothing less than heaven, hell and
earth, Boito’s opera is a scattered but intriguing road trip with Satan at the
wheel, short on coherence but long on spectacle. The brilliance of Robert
Carsen’s iconic 1989 production (revived here under the direction of Laurie
Feldman) lies in its ability to milk that sense of spectacle for every drop.
This theatrical radiance reaches a peak almost immediately,
with the thunderous crescendo of the heavenly chorus, performed by 120 singers,
clothed in white and blue within the interior of a gorgeous 18th-century
opera house. Accompanied by the orchestra at full power (and a composer who was
not timid with his f’s), the moment was almost an out-of-body experience.
Boito’s devil is much more fun than Gounod’s (largely
because Boito has more sympathy for the devil), and Russian bass Ildar
Abdrazakov catches his michievous style perfectly, climbing a red ladder from
the orchestra pit to deliver the famed wry prologue on the nature of devil, god
and man. Abdrazakov combines the requisite quaking low notes, a Ramey-like
ability to perform bare-chested and an onstage nimbleness to catch the satanic
spirit, singing particularly well in the expressive first meeting with Faust,
the Spirit of Denial aria (“Son lo spirito che nega sempre”). His conducting of
the chorus in the witches’ sabbath is almost as energetic as Nicola Luisotti’s.
I confess to a serious lack of objectivity when it comes to
Ramón Vargas’s gorgeous lyric tenor. Playing Faust, he overcomes his cherubic
face to deliver the right sense of gravitas, but the most golden passages are
still light-hearted: the romantic courtship of Margherita in Act 2. Patricia
Racette’s voice has gained power and weight over the years, and although this
lean toward the dramatic pairs well with her acting skills, she sometimes
carries it too far. Yes, Margherita opens Act 3 in a prison cell, half-crazed
after poisoning her mother and allegedly drowning her baby. But she’s also
singing one of her loveliest, darkest arias in existence, “L’altra notte,” and
her delivery is marred by gasping breaths and overbroad tones. Perhaps ten
percent less actress, ten percent more diva? The aria is followed by a superbly
tender duet, “Lontano, lontano,” that displays the compressed beauty of both
Vargas’s and Racette’s voices.
The role of Elena (Helen of Troy), is normally taken by the
soprano who performs Margherita (Boito’s tribute to the eternal feminine), but
at Friday’s performance it was handled by SFO Adler Fellow Marina Harris, who
did an excellent job of filling in. This was done, in turn, to enable Racette
to replace Dolora Zajick in the world premiere production of Tobias Picker’s
“Dolores Claiborne.”
I don’t think more was ever asked of – or delivered by – an
opera chorus than in this production. Ian Robertson’s singers partook of the
Easter Sunday parade (featuring stiltwalkers, half-clothed angels, a
fornicating Adam and Eve, a rain of streamers), then proceeded to the Witches’
Sabbath, where they delivered the madly racing chorus while flinging about
remarkably realistic schlongs and ta-tas.
This brand of fearlessness could also be located in the
orchestra, which attacked an athletic score with aplomb. Signalling the opening
salvo, in fact, Maestro Luisotti tucked the baton behind his ear exactly like a
quarterback about to deliver a pass. Michael Levine’s costumes offered one
piece of visual candy after another, particularly the devil’s spring suit, a
peach affair straight out of “Hello, Dolly” with candy-red shoes and a pink vest.
Levine’s Act 2 set is an artfully tilted turntable with four perfect trees, set
into motion by a put-upon devil’s minion turning a large crank. The turntable
shows up later as Margherita’s prison cell, the trees reduced to mangled
corpses.
Through October 2, War Memorial Opera House, 301 Van Ness
Avenue, San Francisco. $23-$385, www.sfopera.com,
415/864-3330.
Images: Erin Johnson (Marta) and Ildar Abdrazakov (Mefistofele). The heavenly chorus. Patricia Racette (Margherita) and Ramón Vargas (Faust). Ildar Abdrazakov (Mefistofele) and the witches' chorus. Photos by Cory Weaver/San Francisco Opera.
Michael J. Vaughn is a 25-year opera critic and author of
the novels Operaville and Gabriella’s Voice. Operaville is FREE for Amazon Kindle downloads, Sept. 24-25.
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