Sunday, April 21, 2024

Daniel Catan: Ahead of (Before His) Time

 

Elizabeth Caballero as Florencia.
Photo by David Allen.

Daniel Catan’s

Florencia en el Amazonas

April 20, 2024


In 1996, when Daniel Catan’s opera premiered at Houston Grand Opera, he seemed to have no idea that he was leading a revolution. Neither did the critics. Although they paid due tribute to the composer’s impressive abilities, they described his traditional approach, reminscent of Debussy and Strauss, as “quaint.”


Since then, a lot has changed. New works like Jake Heggie’s Dead Man Walking and Andre Previn’s A Streetcar Named Desire wrested opera away from the musical experimentation of the 20th century and returned it to the storytelling and beautiful singing of its past.


I had the good fortune of seeing Florencia at Seattle Opera in the early 2000s, and although I found the music thrilling, the production was a little static. The opera spends much of its time on interior lives, and that’s always a bit of speed bump for stage directors.


As it turns out, the real home for Florencia is San Jose, a city with a rich Hispanic culture, where the local opera company already offers supertitles in both Spanish and English. OSJ has created a production that’s musically and visually gorgeous, never dull, and that features a cast full of Latine performers.


Marcela Fuentes-Berain’s libretto takes us on a river cruise shadowed by celebrity. The world-famous opera star Florence Grimaldi is returning to her native town of Manaus to re-open the opera house. She is surrounded by fellow travelers who represent various permutations of love. Alvaro and Paula (Efrain Solis and Guadalupe Paz) are the bickering long-marrieds. Rosalba and Arcadio are the youngsters, fully occupied with identity crises when they’re rudely interrupted by romance (my bandmate described this as a very Millennial behavior).


The third version is Florence herself, who sacrificed her feelings for a butterfly hunter, Cristobal, to pursue her career. Her return brings the hope of a reunion. She spells out her conflicted feelings in Florencia’s opening aria, a terrifically challenging piece with many peaks and valleys. Soprano Elizabeth Caballero handles the scene with aplomb, displaying a level of control over her top notes that is otherworldly. A similar aria opens the second act, after a storm has deposited the passengers on a riverbank.


Other vocal treats may be found with Alexa Anderson, who performs Rosalba with similar soprano agility, and the strong lyric tenor of Cesar Delgado as Arcadio. The duets between these two are luscious and charming. I found Rosalba to be the most intriguing character of all. Her fangirl pursuit of the great Grimaldi is as deep and Swift as the Amazon currents. The richest moments come when she’s actually talking to the great diva (who’s traveling incognito) and doesn’t know it.


Solis and Paz bring a different kind of magic to their souring marriage, which changes in a flash when one of them appears to be lost in the storm. Bass-baritone Vartan Gabrielian plays the Captain with a great joie de vivre. Baritone Ricardo Jose Rivera centers the more surreal scenes, his Riolobo acting as a human bridge between the present-day world and the Amazon’s indigenous past.


Director Crystal Manich does an amazing job of keeping this all moving, beginning with a market scene that almost bursts off the stage. She is helped tremendously by the ingenious set design of Liliana Duque-Pineiro. Various features of a vaporetto riverboat - the paddlewheel cover, the bridge, a removable helm - are shifted from scene to scene, seemingly moving the action from one part of the deck to another.


Costume designer Ulises Alcala makes the most of the South American palette, notably with Alvaro’s white dinner jacket and Rosalba’s jade-green dress. The capper is Florencia’s stunning final-act gown, a dazzling array of blue, purple and red, designed to represent her transformation into the Emerald Muse butterfly that her Cristobal was pursuing. This and many other tableaux in the production are so vivid that they resemble living paintings.


Conductor Joseph Marcheso and his orchestra were right at home with Catan’s score, as lush and verdant as the Amazon jungle, its unique timbral blend leaning on flute, clarinet and harp and augmented by marimba, steel pan and djembe. The sonic flow gives the opera a dreamlike, enchanting feel.


Through May 5 at California Theatre, 345 South First Street, San Jose. $55-$195. operasj.org, 408/437-4450. OSJ’s ‘24-’25 season incudes The Magic Flute (Sept. 14-29), La Boheme (Nov. 16-Dec. 1), Bartok’s Bluebeard’s Castle (Feb. 15-March 2) and Hector Armienta’s Zorro (April 19-May 4).


Michael J. Vaughn is a 40-year opera critic and the author of 29 novels, including his recent release, Punks for the Opera, available at Amazon.com.


Sunday, April 7, 2024

Through the Darkness, Laughing

 

Matthew Kropschot as Mooney.
Photo by Dave Lepori.

San Jose Stage

Martin McDonagh’s Hangmen

April 6, 2024


Hangmen takes us to a Manchester pub in 1965, shortly after the executioner/publican, Harry, has been involuntarily retired by the UK’s abolition of hangings. Harry (Will Springhorn, Jr.) is a little miffed by the situation, and expresses his vast array of opinions to a journalist, Clegg (Matthew Locke). The subsequent article turns Harry into a local celebrity.


At first, quite frankly, the play seems like a bloody mess. The regulars are all yell-talking (the way drunks do) in broad Northern accents, and one wonders how a storyline’s going to fight its way through. Soon, however, one begins to see the logic of McDonagh’s delivery system. The newly ego’d Harry initiates the process by tossing out a heady pronouncement from the bar. Said idea is duly amended by the surly Inspector Fry (Michael Champlin) and amusingly misinterpreted by bespectacled regular Bill (Nick Mandracchia, looking a little like Elvis Costello). The half-deaf elder, Arthur (Randall King), asks what’s going on, and his assistant Charlie (Michael Storm) explains in overly blunt (but completely accurate) terms. Arthur then delivers his appellate summary, which, thanks to King’s masterful timing, is always funny.


Into this well-oiled philosophers’ den walks Mooney (Matthew Kropschot), a blond Yardbird from swingin’ London equipped with scads of charm underlain with a Deniro-like menace. As it turns out, Mooney is conspiring with Harry’s former assistant, Syd (Keith Pinto), to “bring Harry down a peg.” The problem is, the youngster is getting a little addicted to his powers. After escorting Harry’s teenage daughter Shirley (Carley Herlihy) to a seaside town, he returns to the pub to deliver a rambling but mesmerizing monologue about the perils that he may or may not have just set into motion. The entire second act plays out in suspense-saturated air, as McDonagh continually leaves us hanging (pun absolutely intended).


Springhorn, Jr. provides a solid sphere of narcissism and delusion around which Kropschot spins his dazzling satellites. Herlihy endows Shirley with an endearing packet of adolescent tortures, while her desperate mother Alice, played by Judith Miller, provides the play’s emotional center. Julian Lopez-Morillas makes a late entrance as Harry’s former boss, Pierrepoint, delivering a dressing down on all and sundry that verges on pyrotechnics.


Director James Reese succeeds in extracting a maximum dose of humor out of a very dark story. I found myself continually laughing and then thinking, “Why am I laughing at this?” If I had to come up with a tagline for the production, it would be, “Stupidity is much more dangerous than injustice.”


Through April 28 at The Stage, 490 S. First St., San Jose. $34-$74. www.thestage.org, 408/283-7142.


Michael J. Vaughn is a 40-year opera and theater critic and author of the novels Punks for the Opera and Mermaids’ Tears, available on Amazon.com.