Sept. 8, 2012
Given the four-year residencies granted its principal
singers, Opera San Jose’s debut performances carry an added weight. For
dedicated patrons (and critics) these aren’t just introductions, they’re the
beginnings of relationships. Call it a first date.
The focus of OSJ’s 2012-13 opening was soprano Cecilia
Violetta López in the role of Léïla, and it was fascinating to track the way
that a new voice works its way through one’s neural networks. Her opening
lines, as Léïla is welcomed as the guardian virgin of Ceylon’s pearl dives,
bring an immediate recognition of vocal quality: a lyric instrument, laced
with energy. Her first set piece, an incantation to the goddess Siva, reveals
expressivity and dynamic range, as well as the basic pleasure of listening to
her sure, unforced tone.
Having checked off the basics of vocal quality, the critic
then waits to hear if the singer’s brain is connected to her throat. The
question was fully answered by a cadenza in the second-act cavatina, “Comme
autrefois dans la nuit sombré.” Taking a moment to drift in a bath of sudden
silence (always a magical substance at the operahouse), López launched a
passage of virtuosic phrasing, both in her tonal colorings and in her lovingly
crafted crescendos.
The bonus came in López’s acting. In the third act, pleading
for the life of her lover, Nadir, she delivered an emotional authenticity
reminiscent of a recent OSJ graduate, mezzo Betany Coffland. Denied her lover’s
pardon, she sparked into anger, in the form of a laser-like top note and and an
evil eye you would not want to be on the receiving end of.
The OSJ community is accustomed to welcoming new singers who
have talent but a certain rawness, so it’s exciting to consider where a singer
with such a head start might end up. A fine example was available just across
the stage: tenor Alexander Boyer, who arrived in town three years ago with a
beautiful lyric tone but a certain awkwardness in the area of dramatics. Thanks
to lead role after lead role, Boyer reached something of a peak with last
year’s “Pagliacci,” and now performs with divine assurance. His half of the
immortal tenor-baritone duet, “Au fond du temple saint,” was absolutely golden,
and he followed by applying a lighter, more subdued tone to a
touching interpretation of Nadir’s romantic confession, “Je crois entendre
encore.”
The famed duet also pointed out some vocal trouble with
baritone Evan Brummel, who wasn’t quite matching Boyer’s volume, and was projecting
anxiety all through the first act. The problem seemed to wane in the second
act, and Brummel’s skills came to full fruition in Zurga’s self-tormenting
third-act monologue, “O Nadir, tendre ami de mon jeune agé.” Bass Silas Elash
seemed under-utilized as the high priest Nourabad (perhaps, in general, the
price of being a bass), but played the role with an effective bad-cop
intensity.
The libretto is a notorious mess (almost a blueprint for the
Perils of Pauline film melodramas), but stage director Richard Harrell did a
good job of driving his villagers into a suitable frenzy; at the end of Act 2,
they nearly pushed the sinful couple off the stage. Andrew Whitfield’s chorus
is solid start to finish, with a special nod to the tricky backstage chorus at the
Act 2 opening, which had to match up in the orchestra pit with Mary Hargrove’s
piccolo and Mark Veregge’s percussion. Another invigorating presence was the
dance troupe under Lise La Cour, who created a choreography of not-too-specific
primitivism (matching the setting, which drifted from Mexico to Ceylon during the
opera’s creation). Charlie Smith’s set design spans the same bridge, centering
on the head of an idol that could be Mayan or Polynesian, and some intriguing
metallic ornaments along the left side of the stage. The featured piece of
Elizabeth Poindexter’s 2003 costume design is Léïla’s brilliant gold-and-blue
dress, which links, subtly enough, with the blues and greens of Nadir’s peasant
garb.
I’ve been a fan of Anthony Quartuccio for years, and for
good reason. He conducted with a smooth touch and elastic feel, giving needed
space to both his singers and Bizet’s lustrous score, whose rhythms often
emulate the waves and tides of his setting. Under Quartuccio's direction, the orchestra
sounded majestic.
The ending of the opera has been in flux ever since Bizet
set it to paper. This one – using music added by Bizet’s contemporary, Benjamin
Godard – has poor Zurga stabbed by a villager, struggling backward up the
temple steps, then stumbling through the fire and over the cliff in a
Tosca-like leap. Brummel’s dive was convincing, and overall this ending worked
well.
Through Sept. 23, California Theatre, 345 S. First St., San
Jose. Alternating casts. $51-$111. 408/437-4450, www.operasj.org.
Images: Tenor Alexander Boyer and the chorus; soprano Cecila Violetta López. Photos by Pat Kirk.
Michael J. Vaughn is a 25-year opera critic and author of
thirteen novels, including “The Popcorn Girl,” available on Amazon Kindle.
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