Friday, 18 February 2011

World premiere: Anna Nicole, Royal Opera, 17 February 2011

Royal Opera House

Anna Nicole - Eva-Maria Westbroek
Old Man Marshall - Alan Oke
The Lawyer Stern - Gerald Finley
Virgie - Susan Bickley
Cousin Shelley - Loré Lixenberg
Larry King - Peter Hoare
Aunt Kay - Rebecca de Pont Davies
Older Daniel - Dominic Rowntree
Blossom - Allison Cook
Doctor - Andrew Rees
Billy - Grant Doyle
Mayor - Wynne Evans
Runner - ZhengZhong Zhou
Daddy Hogan - Jeremy White
Gentleman - Dominic Peckham
Trucker - Jeffrey Lloyd-Roberts
Deputy Mayor - Damian Thantrey
Four Lap Dancers - Yvonne Barclay, Katy Batho, Amy Catt, Amanda Floyd
Four Meat Rack Girls - Kiera Lyness, Marianne Cotterill, Louise Armit, Andrea Hazell
Onstage Band - John Parricelli (guitar), John Paul Jones (bass guitar), Peter Erskine (drums)

Richard Jones (director)
Miriam Buether (set designs)
Nicky Gillibrand (costumes)
Mimi Jordan Sherin and D M Wood (lighting)
Aletta Collins (choreography)

Royal Opera Chorus (chorus master: Renato Balsadonna)
Orchestra of the Royal Opera House
Antonio Pappano (conductor)

From the sublime (Parsifal, the night before) to the not-even-ridiculous. It would be difficult to come up with a more contrasting work than Mark-Anthony Turnage’s Anna Nicole, not simply, nor even principally, from a gendered standpoint. Written in collaboration with librettist, Richard Thomas, we have a new opera, which, as almost everyone by now will be aware, is based upon the life of Anna Nicole Smith. Having spoken to a considerable number of people over what must be approaching a year, I can only recall one having heard of her, but apparently she is more celebrated in other quarters. A woman who physically suffered and financially gained from excessive breast enhancement, Smith ‘apparently’ died from a drugs overdose. Such is not the inspiration for Anna Nicole, in that little effort seems to have been expended to produce an independent artwork; rather we have something akin to a report of what the lawyers have permitted Thomas and Turnage to reproduce. Apparently changes had to be made very late in the day indeed, which may or may not be connected with the setting aside in January of this year of Howard K Stern’s conviction for providing Smith with controlled substances.

The music is more or less entirely without interest. One barely notices it, beyond dubious pastiche, in the first act. At best, it aurally resembles sub-sub-Broadway Weill, with hints of even further sub-sub-Berg. Closed forms are the order of the day, but they come across as short-winded, formulaic even, rather than polemical. Weirdly selected near-bits of Stravinsky are thrown in, for instance, passages for woodwind almost straight out of the Symphonies of Wind Instruments. And a parody that is barely a parody, of the Wedding March from Mendelssohn’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream music, covers over the cracks for Anna Nicole’s wedding to Old Man Marshall. The music for the second act, supposedly more tragic in tone, is mawkishly sentimental and, like everything else about the act, sounds over extended by at least half an hour. (Both acts last for about an hour.) Puccini might just have made something of this; Turnage cannot. Moreover, the writing for chorus, which makes up so much of the first act, suddenly disappears. Doubtless the claim will be that that ever so subtly marks a tightening of tragic focus. However, like the increasingly tired feel of the sets – even Richard Jones and his design team can only do so much with such material – the impression is of an attempt to spin out something that has long since been exhausted.

The jokey-cum-profane libretto is worse, attention-seeking and utterly banal. One tires of its childish provocations quickly, indeed within a few seconds. Incessant swearing tires rather than shocks. Perhaps someone finds a litany of alleged synonyms for breasts amusing; perhaps that would be the same person who has a real-life interest in this sorry tale. Nothing is remotely erotic; the opera is more akin to The Benny Hill Show. Anna Nicole is not, to put it mildly, Lulu. The legal wranglings arising from the deaths of Marshall and Smith might have made useful dramatic fodder, but these are not explored. Perhaps it as well, for one cannot imagine, to put it mildly, Anna Nicole becoming The Makropulos Case.

I am suspicious of any work that seems designed to disallow almost any adverse criticism. Stravinsky accomplished that magnificently in The Rake’s Progress; yet, as so often, he seems to be a glorious exception. Anna Nicole is not, etc. If one complains about the ‘musical’ element, one will doubtless be assailed as ‘élitist’, as if somehow wishing for the best were something of which to be ashamed. Likewise all the popular culture elements. If one questions the banality of the libretto, not only ‘élitism’ but prudishness will also be alleged. Far from it, in my case: I find much of what is said straightforwardly puerile, and not in the slightest shocking, let alone hilarious. (An audience that laughs uproariously at crudely rhyming ‘profanities’ may need to get out a little more.) Puerility will then doubtless be part of ‘the point’, but one can say that about anything. This seems merely trashy rather than ‘about trashiness’. Question the musical language, insofar as it may exist, and one will be accused of ideological ‘élitism’: the horror – the ghost of Darmstadt!

Whether dealing with music or text, true characterisation approaches zero; everything is simply a matter of plot and situation. Is that the point? Again, if so, ‘the point’ is surely wrong. Certain works can operate very well, even achieve greatness, without conventional characterisation at their heart, instantiating in its place an idea. However, Anna Nicole, is not, to put it mildly, Fidelio. Not only Stern but even Anna Nicole herself seems a mere caricature, without the caricature making a dramatic point. Nor is there anything of interest in the way the story is told. Hopes rise when Anna Nicole’s mother, Virgie, dissents from the way Stern tells a part of the story – the death of Anna Nicole’s son, Daniel – and it seems as though we might be in for some sort of re-telling from a different perspective. It is really just a matter, however, of recounting her dissent. Anna Nicole is not, to put it mildly, The Mask of Orpheus.

The opera – it actually seems more like an attempt at a musical – is also offensively and, frankly, childishly anti-American. Many of the rest of us have noticed that capitalism is not a solely American phenomenon. The use of ‘American’ accents, sometimes more successfully Texan or indeed American than at others, is odd at best. We do not ask singers in an opera with a French setting to sing as if they were Inspector Clouseau. It all seems intended to make fun of a cultural setting of which the writers seem to have little more knowledge and understanding than many of the rest of us. Imagine the horror that would rightly be expressed, were someone to decide to do something similar about India, Zimbabwe, Argentina, or indeed just about anywhere else. This is, with apologies to Edward Said, Occidentalism that is not even interesting.

Everything, moreover, seems to hang on the fact that this is ‘based on a true story’. We seem to be led to believe – and I tend to believe it myself – that it would be of no interest to anyone, if the story were presented fictionally. At best, then, the work becomes reportage, concerning an unfortunate soul to be cruelly mocked; for those of us who have little or no interest in the life story of the aforesaid unfortunate soul, it is not clear what the point might be. At least an opera such as John Adams’s Nixon in China deals with a political event of considerable importance, whilst remaining musically negligible. In ‘historical’ operas worth their salt, the ‘history’ is not the sole point, but a spur to artistic invention. Anna Nicole is not, to put it mildly, L’incoronazione di Poppea. Perhaps worst of all, the treatment of Smith herself and, still more, her son seems straightforwardly exploitative. Is this a proper way to memorialise Daniel Wayne Smith? (I am unsure even whether to mention him here.) Does he deserve to be served up as entertainment? These people’s predicament is not, despite the presence of a press pack, really explored, let alone analysed; it is just retold.

Jones does what he can, with great attention to detail, and colourful sets, especially during the first half. Moreover, the opera is truly cast from strength, whether with respect to members of the Royal Opera Chorus, such as the Four Lap Dancers and the Meat Rack Quartet, or the starring roles. The cast is huge, putting one in mind of another recent Jones production, though Anna Nicole is not, to put it mildly, The Gambler. Yet the unsubtle amplification, whilst ensuring that every word can be heard, crystal-clear, begins to tire as much as the melodramatic antics of the plot. The ever-reliable Susan Bickley makes the best of what she is given as Virgie. Alan Oke proves frighteningly credible in age as Old Man Marshall and sings as well as we have come to expect – which is very well indeed. Eva-Maria Westbroek gives a truly bravura performance in the title role; the lack of characterisation is not hers. If Westbroek’s gifts were wasted, then I do not know what the term would be for the squandering of Finley’s resources. Antonio Pappano seemed to have the measure of the score, marshalling his forces with tight rhythmic control. The orchestra played with verve, as well drilled as one could imagine. To what end, though?

Was the increasing high pitch of the promotion – it seems to have worked, for performances have sold out – possibly related to a fear that the music and text were so weak? One has to take risks with new works; it is heartening that the Royal Opera was willing to do so. Let us hope that the next new work will prove more fruitful, and perhaps – dare I suggest it? – take the world, not just this country, as its compositional oyster. Previous commissions include works by Henze, Goehr, Birtwistle, and Berio. Just think of the time – I wish I could have been there – when Stockhausen’s Donnerstag received its premiere at Covent Garden. Better luck next time, I suppose…


TimR-J said...

I haven't seen the opera, but this is a great review. I especially like your "disallow almost any adverse criticism" paragraph. Let's absolutely have more Stockhausen etc, and then we'll see a proper critical workout.

Mark Berry said...

Thank you! I couldn't agree more, though by the same token, I couldn't be more pessimistic about it happening. For what it's worth, the audience was anything but young, calling into question the idea that this would attract a new, younger audience. Stockhausen, I suspect, would attract quite a different crowd.

Rob V. said...

It is, of course, difficult for me to comment on something I haven't seen myself. I could start out, like TimR-J, with "I haven't seen the opera...", but the second part of the sentence would be "...,but this is not a great review". Having read the first paragraph of your review it is already clear that this is not a subject you've been waiting for, in advance. "If one complains about the ‘musical’ element, one will doubtless be assailed as ‘élitist’, as if somehow wishing for the best were something of which to be ashamed." That's not my point, you being elitist, not at all. The thing that strikes me as odd are all these comparisons with other music and operas. It is very nice to have all this knowledge of music and opera's but, on the other hand, I do feel it prevents you from looking at Anna Nicole open-mindedly. To see it as an individual, original, new work. I just wanted to tell that's the impression I got reading your review. Furthermore, it is a bit hard for me to imagine that the combined talents of so much talented people, Pappano, Turnage, Richard Thomas, Westbroek, Finley etc. would produce something as horrible as described. Having seen some interviews with Westbroek here in Holland I can only say she doesn't think herself that her gifts are being wasted in this opera. She enjoys it very much and she thinks she's working with an incredible gifted team.

Mark Berry said...

Rob: I'm sorry you felt that way. No, I had not been waiting for someone to write an opera on the subject of Anna Nicole Smith, not least since I had never heard of her before the opera was announced; but I am not sure that I have been sitting around waiting for anyone to write an opera on any particular subject. My reservations concerning the present subject had two principal aspects: first, that we seemed to be enjoined to think that the story matters because it is 'based upon a true story', which is an odd admission of defeat, when one thinks about it, i.e., it would be of no interest if it had not mostly 'happened; second, and most important, I felt quite strongly that it exploited the memory not only of Anna Nicole Smith but most of all her even more unfortunate son. That seemed to me a highly questionable thing to do.

As for the references to other composers and works, I can assure you that there are far fewer here than in the score. Again, there were two principal reasons for the references in my case: as a rhetorical device, and to try to show that I was not claiming there to be 'one way' to write an opera. There are all sorts of ways, many more than were mentioned here, but insofar as 'Anna Nicole' appeared to be trying to do something similar to other works, or could even sympathetically be claimed to be doing so, intentionally or otherwise, it seemed to fall rather short of such precedents.

I do not doubt what you say about Westbroek's enthusiasm. That is as it should be: the performer should be an advocate. But surely you can think of occasions when singers, conductors, etc., have performed music, and you have wondered at a particular enthusiasm. Maria Callas was a great artist, but spent a great deal of her career performing operas in which I find it difficult to take any interest whatsoever. Even Furtwängler conducted some works about which some of us might occasionally express scepticism... That is not to say that I am right and they are wrong, just to point out that the situation is hardly unusual.

Rob V. said...

Thanks for the comment. We will probably never know if Turnage, with his score, meant to do things similar to other works. One way or the other, he will be influenced by different kinds of music. Because my knowledge of opera or music in general is not that much, I cannot really associate his opera music with other things. Because your knowledge about these things is much larger, it might be tempting to do so. For me it can be easier to see Anna Nicole open-mindedly because I do not really have reference points (besides Wagner, preferably with Eva singing!). I was referring to Westbroek not because I wanted to say "She's enthusiastic about it, so it has to be good". It was just to say that in this interview she pointed out that she has the feeling she can do what she's good at (thus no waste of her gifts), that is singing and (a lot of) acting. With her name more or less established in the opera world, I think it is a courageous thing to do, Anna Nicole ('stupid' remains to be seen). But I think she can be this courageous because she has a dramatic (acting) talent few sopranos share, in that amount.

la23ng said...

Too bad it isn't great. I'd still like to see it (and yes, Stockhausen would be more tempting).

The last contemporary opera I've seen was Henzes L'Upupa. After my initial surprise I liked it quite a lot; to the point that I considered seeing it again, this time with the children.

Unfortunately, children must pay full price at the Hamburgische Staatsoper, and we didn't go out of stinginess.

Mark Berry said...

L'Upupa is delightful - and I think children would love it too. Maybe it will be put on again in Hamburg before too long. It has still never been staged in the United Kingdom...

Joe Bates said...

Interesting review, but I'd be interested to know what you make of it compared to other Turnage. If you find all of his music 'beyond dubious pastiche', then I suspect I may quite like the opera, whereas if you think he's normally god's gift to mankind, then it must be unimaginably dire.

Myself, I find him patchy. His stand out works (Screaming Popes, for example) are very good, but some of his chamber stuff is pretty dull.

Mark Berry said...

I'm not sure I know enough definitely to be able to say, but I certainly don't find this to be that typical of the work I do know. Like you, I have found the music variable, but this seemed to me far less interesting.

Anonymous said...

I am suspicious of any blogpost that seems designed to disallow almost any adverse criticism

Mark Berry said...

Anonymous: I wonder whether you might explain what you meant. That was certainly not the intention, but I'd be interested to hear how you thought it was the result. If I were wishing to disallow adverse criticism, I could always decline to publish, but I have never done that, except for spam.