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| Matthew Hanscom as the Count, Karin Mushegain as Cherubino. All photos by Pat Kirk. |
Opera San Jose
Mozart’s The Marriage of Figaro
November 15, 2015
Stage director Lillian Groag and her opening-night cast left
no gag unturned in possibly the funniest Figaro
I’ve ever seen. It was one of those nights where the diaphragm muscles in the
audience got as much exercise as the ones onstage.
A mysterious walk-through mirror. A lonely hunter wandering
onstage to to offer his ducks to passing nobles. A veritable offensive line of
servants tumbling through an opened door. A hat magically held aloft by an
excited appendage. And feathers falling from the freaking flies. The barely
controlled chaos resembled nothing more than a Marx Bros. movie.
Credit the cast with squeezing some beautiful singing into
this wacky choreography. It helps that they were perfectly cast; to a Figaro
aficionado, it was as if OSJ scoured the world over for perfect archetypes.
The most reassuring sound was the first line of bed
measurements from bass Ben Wager – solid tone, easy delivery - because if
you’ve got a good Figaro, you’re halfway home. Wager had a terrific, sadistic
time toying with Cherubino in “Non piu andrai” and enthusiastically ripping up
the female gender in “Aprite un po quegl’occhi.”
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| Ben Wager as Figaro |
Taking on the thankless job of playing the Count (who fails
and fails and fails for three hours straight), baritone Matthew Hanscom did
beautifully, thanks largely to a fit of flying arms and legs you might call the
Dammit Dance. He also lent real menace to the Count’s pledge of vengeance,
“Vedro, mentre io sospiro” (helped by Sean A Russell’s spooky lighting).
Mezzo Karin Mushegain comes to Cherubino with the dual
advantages of height challenge (okay, she’s short) and a fantastically
expressive stageface. She plays the slapstick with aplomb, at one point
crawling across the room under a blanket like some kind of alien worm. My only
complaint was that her “Voi che sapete” seemed to be constantly pushing upward,
losing a little quality in the treble.
Isabella Ivy simply is
The Countess, height advantaged (okay, tall), with a soprano that continues to
grow in its richness. The only flaw came in the opening “Porgi, Amor,” where
she had a couple of hiccups along her passagio, but her “Dove sono” was gorgeous,
played with a defeated melancholy even sadder than the usual Countess. Her final
forgiveness of the Count was elegant and heartbreaking.
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| Matthew Hanscom as the Count, Isabella Ivy as The Countess. |
Soprano Amina Edris brings a genuine ohmagawd teenage quality to the expected Susanna sauciness, hurling
cohorts here and there as she wades through the non-stop fiascos. Her voice
came to the fore in the chill-inducing Letter Duet with Ivy, “Che soave
zeffiretto,” and then “Deh vieni, non tardar,” sung to a faux lover for the
purpose of torturing her eavesdropping husband. Her vocal lines in the latter
were sensual and divinely shaped, delivered with a wonderful sense of dynamic
play.
Being a good-looking dude, tenor Michael Dailey plays a lot
of ingenues, but I’m beginning to think his future lies in comedy. His Don
Basilio, a busybody goof, is the operatic incarnation of Jerry Lewis. Having
offended his boss, the Count, he breaks into a high-speed jitter worthy of a
meth-head in a Vibra-bed, and his hugely loud stamping of the Count’s official
papers is a brilliant bit.
Groag’s direction brings in some noteworthy innovations. She
completely halts the score for extended gags: skinflint Bartolo (Silas Elash),
for instance, taking an eternity to fish a single coin from his purse. She
brings in some extra-curricular characters: Arlecchino (Harlequin, played by
Ryan Sammonds), inserting himself in scenes as the commedia dell’arte prototype
for Figaro, and carrying on a musical argument with harpsichordist Veronika
Agronov-Dafoe over the proper march for his entrance. Another theme was the
constant presence of eavesdropping servants, which accentuated the idea that all
behaviors in a noble house have political ramifications.
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| Amina Edris as Susanna, Michael Dailey as Don Basilio. |
Conductor Andrew Bisantz seemed to be having an enormous
amount of fun. A particularly stunning effect was the string subito pianos in
Figaro’s “Se vuol ballare.” Bisantz and baritone Silas Elash had a bit of a
tempo disagreement in Bartolo’s “La vendetta.” Steven Kemp’s set designs seem a
little worn, but do possess some nice touches. The Spanish doors in the
Countess’s apartment go well with the California Theatre ceiling, and the
blooming wisteria of the garden scene tok me straight to Villa Montalvo in May.
The costume prize goes to the Count’s gorgeous purple paisley coat in Act I.
Through Nov. 29, California Theatre, 345 S. First Street,
San Jose. $51-$151. operasj.org, 408/437-4450.
A side note: Much as I loved Groag's direction, her program notes make a convoluted, bizarre claim that Beaumarchais' play, one of the most censored works in history, was not anti-aristocracy. Much of her argument hinges on the Count's final apology to the Countess. And if you believed that apology, I've got a bridge in San Francisco I can sell ya.
Michael J. Vaughn is an opera critic, poet and author of the opera novels Gabriella's Voice and Operaville.
