Germany Mozart, Don Giovanni: Soloists, Motion Choir, Refrain (refrain director: Thomas Richter), and Orchestra of the Deutsche Oper / Daniel Cohen (conductor). Deutsche Oper Berlin, 26.6.2024. (MB)
Manufacturing:
Director – Roland Schwab
Set designs – Piero Vinciguerra
Costumes – Renée Listerdal
Assistant Choreographer and Revival director – Silke Sense
Solid:
Don Giovanni – Andrzej Filończyk
Donna Anna – Flurina Stuckl
Don Ottavio – Kieran Carrel
Commendatore – Patrick Guetti
Donna Elvira – Maria Motolygina
Leporello – Joel Allison
Masetto – Artur Garbas
Zerlina – Arianna Manganello
Artist – Ellen City
We now discover ourselves within the twilight zone through which home and corridor seasons are drawing to a detailed, however festivals have already begun. I shall flit backwards and forwards for the subsequent few weeks, albeit with larger emphasis on the latter, however right here returned to the previous, to Roland Schwab’s manufacturing of Don Giovanni for the Deutsche Oper Berlin. I noticed it when it was new in 2010 and have intentionally not seemed again, although I’ve a way that my response was considerably comparable: some good concepts however missing in coherence. That, at any charge, provides a snapshot of my response final evening. (I shall look again after posting.)
The opening impression is of some kind of crime boss within the title position. His tightly drilled (well-choreographed, although to what finish?) entourage options all through, although I can not say I discovered that added a lot, particularly within the unusual (drug-induced?) shaking to which a lot of them typically fall prey. A way of menace is imparted, although maybe on the price not solely of distraction from the true motion, but additionally and extra severely underlining a way that, for essentially the most half, particularly earlier on, each manufacturing and performances appear just a little misplaced on a stage and in a home of this measurement. Different goings on, whether or not the dark-suited mob, or an admittedly arresting carnival of dying that accompanies relatively than drives the primary act’s remaining scene, tend to return throughout as being put there to fill the area. The well-worn Dantean ‘Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate’ is inscribed on a conveyable door via which the visitors arrive (which haphazardly returns briefly, and never when one may count on, within the second act) in a welcome recognition, not the one one, of the work’s non secular nature, however finally goes for little.
All through, a lot is finished with golf golf equipment, once more I suppose meant to underline the masculinity of 1 aspect (and sure, I do know ladies play golf too, although it isn’t clear the manufacturing does). Different enterprise, comparable to fixed wielding of whips and a great deal of different noise-making actions, present a tin ear for the fact that that is an opera, through which not solely music however a few of Mozart’s very biggest music performs a hallowed position. Clearing up mess, actually with bin baggage, appears to be Leporello’s enterprise: truthful sufficient, I suppose. At one level, although, the lads are in dustbins, which can sound intriguingly Beckettian, but finally ends up being one other brief part in a manufacturing that by no means appears to know the place it’s heading. What Don Giovanni’s rating card system denotes, I used to be by no means fairly positive: is a excessive rating good or dangerous? I thought the previous, however then his remaining ‘1’ for the Stone Visitor scene would make little sense in any respect.
The viewers definitely didn’t assist, laughing, chattering, and so forth, seemingly in utter disconnection from what was seen, not to mention heard. What ought to have been a really highly effective second and marked certainly one of Schwab’s most imaginative concepts, Don Giovanni seating his ‘disciples’ for his final supper, the second frozen within the painterly method one may count on, for him to interrupt bread, elicited widespread vigorous laughter. The Eucharist and/or darkish inversion thereof at the moment are apparently merely amusing. To be truthful, I suppose it will clarify a very good deal, and if that’s the response an try to handle the profoundly non secular nature of the work elicits, then, God or Nietzsche assist us, maybe it’s extra comprehensible why administrators usually and, typically, disastrously keep away from it.
Why such unusual choices proceed to be made in regards to the ‘model’ I have no idea. It’s all very properly in charge singers’ needs to offer ‘their’ arias, however it isn’t their choice they usually typically discover themselves oddly disadvantaged too; one can not think about them having reached this settlement in any case. Nonetheless troublesome it could be to face the loss, the Prague model is sort of at all times preferable. In case you should, and when you’ve got a efficiency of such calibre that it and the manufacturing can override the issues, essentially the most acquainted of the Prague-Vienna conflations, justly maligned, can work. (He mentioned via gritted tooth, pondering what would in any other case at all times be misplaced.) ‘Vienna’, insofar as we all know what it was, has latterly, unaccountably had a bizarre renaissance; it’s time for that fad to be put to mattress. Goodness is aware of what the reasoning for the mix heard on this event was. We heard Mi tradì and Dalla sua tempo, although neither Il mio tesoro (odd, given such a tremendous efficiency of Don Ottavio’s first aria) nor the Zerlina-Leporello duet. Recitatives had been reduce and generally paused, while different issues, not often if ever definitely worth the wait, occurred. It made little intrinsic sense, although then given the dramatic looseness of each staging and conducting, it was not significantly an issue both. Mockingly, I believe manufacturing and efficiency would each have wanted to be higher or worse for it to matter extra.
For Daniel Cohen’s conducting of a Deutsche Oper orchestra that always sounded out of kinds – what a change from its current magnificent Wagner and Richard Strauss – appeared oddly to reflect the non-committal confusion of Schwab’s staging. It started poorly, balances in a mercilessly hard-driven, tales-of-rasping-brass Overture so awry that one may barely hear the strings. Not a lot the conductor’s fault, although nonetheless dispiriting, the duet between Donna Anna and Don Ottavio within the first scene just about fell aside. Cohen was glorious right here in selecting this up and shifting issues on, and while there have been fairly a couple of subsequent discrepancies between pit and stage, they might be on a smaller scale. When he and the orchestra actually clicked, there was some tremendous taking part in. The issue was extra that not often, if ever, within the first act and solely sporadically within the second was a basic pulse established. At finest, we heard a string of disconnected arias, recitative typically too ‘edited’ to be of a lot use, the impression being given of ‘accompanying’ a assorted recital relatively than musically main the motion.
Vocally, there was a very good deal to admire. The occasional mishap comparable to that talked about above, there was nothing actually to disappoint, though the usual of singing was not at all times so constant because it may need been. The second Maria Motolygina stepped on stage as Donna Elvira, performing voltage shot up; hers was an excellent efficiency by any requirements, boasting cleanness of line, finely modulated tone, and dramatic dedication: one I used to be delighted to listen to. Within the title position, Andrzej Filończyk was glorious, rising in stature and defiance, to boast an enthralling efficiency in his remaining scene, helped by new-found proximity to the viewers however finally based on charisma and artistry. Joel Allison’s livewire Leporello adopted eagerly in his footsteps, at the least till then. Patrick Guetti’s Commendatore made a powerful impression too. lurina Stucki’s Donna Anna generally appeared underpowered, however she recovered and made a very good job of her second-act aria. Kieran Carrel’s Dalla sua tempo was as sweet-toned and mellifluous as one may want, although I by no means sensed that he was fairly contained in the position (a troublesome process, admittedly). I’m not positive both of those was actually her or his position. Likewise within the case of Zerlina and Masetto. Arianna Manganello and Artur Garbas sang properly sufficient, although they could have made extra of what they needed to do; in that, they weren’t essentially helped by the manufacturing.
The worst, I’m afraid, got here on the finish, within the whole excision of the ultimate scene. All the pieces within the work and tonal expectations, particular and basic, pull it ahead; so too, nonetheless extra bafflingly, did the manufacturing appear to take action. There was, nevertheless, nowhere for it to go; it merely stopped and those that, a lot to my chagrin, had been wildly applauding had been in a way proper. Sure, Mahler did it; sure, maybe, provided that he was Gustav Mahler, he managed to make it work; no, by any cheap requirements, he was nonetheless misguided, partial in his view of the work, surprisingly uncomprehending of its dramaturgy, to have finished so. That such an ultra-Romantic route must be taken made no sense by any means in context. If the goal had been to impress dissatisfaction, that was definitely achieved; I virtually hope it was, for the reason that various, sheer cluelessness, is extra miserable. Maybe it was a metaphor, in any case, for our age’s unusual lack of ability even to aim to know this towering opera.
Mark Berry
