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New York Post, November 30, 2011 |
James Jorden |
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Gounod: Faust, Metropolitan Opera New York, 29. November 2011 |
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A not so feisty ‘Faust’
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An atomic explosion kicked off the last act of Gounod’s “Faust” Tuesday at
the Met, but the production as a whole was more dud than bomb.
This
sentimental French melodrama about an elderly scientist trading his soul for
youth is a tough sell for modern audiences who don’t buy into its Victorian
vision of heaven and hell. For this, his Met debut, “Jersey Boys” director
Des McAnuff updated the action to the 20th century, with Faust as a 1950s
nuclear physicist who yearns for the good old days ... of World War I?
On Robert Brill’s single set of ugly scaffolding, the action looked
confused and random, surrounded by pointless distractions like jitterbugging
burn victims and video projections out of a heavy-metal arena show.
Better to ignore the visuals and concentrate on the musical performance,
which even by Met standards was terrific. Conductor Yannick Nézet-Séguin
energized the score with brisk tempos and radiant color, daring even a touch
of vulgarity in the brassy “Soldier’s Chorus.”
As Faust,
Jonas Kaufmann showed once again that he can sing just about any tenor part
better than just about anyone else in the opera world. He flooded the lyric
lines with dark, throbbing tone, surging to a secure high C in his “Salut!
Demeure” aria.
Even stronger was René Pape as the satanic
Mephistopheles, a slight snarl brightening his rich bass-baritone so it
hurtled into the vast Met auditorium like a cannonball.
Their
performances were all about the singing: Kaufmann acted with his profile,
and Pape’s deviltry amounted to a little soft-shoe choreography during his
arias. In contrast, as the doomed Marguerite, Marina Poplavskaya etched a
chilling portrait of betrayed innocence — tragic without a trace of
sentimentality.
Her voice, more efficient than beautiful, rang out
with authority until she tired in the last act. In the prison trio, just at
the point her soprano needed to soar, it imploded, reducing her high notes
to ugly yowls.
Generically pretty singing from baritone Russell Braun
as Marguerite’s brother Valentin and mezzo Michèle Losier as the lovelorn
boy Siebel won them both warm ovations. But it was Poplavskaya, shaky
vocalism and all, who brought this “Faust” to life.
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