Deutsche Oper, Berlin
Image, Bettina Stöß (2015 revival) |
Rodolfo – Lisparit Avetisyan
Schaunard – Dean MurphyMarcello – Noel Bouley
Colline – Ievgen Orlov
Benoit – Jörg Schörner
Mimì – Dinara Alieva
Musetta – Alexandra Hutton
Parpignol – Ya-Chung Huang
Alcindoro – Peter Maus
Customs Officer – Sam Roberts-Smith
Götz Friedrich (director)
Gerlinde Pelkowski (revival
director)Peter Sykora (designs)
Children's Chorus (chorus master: Christian Lindhorst) and Chorus of the Deutsche Oper (chorus master: Thomas Richter), Berlin
Orchestra of the Deutsche Oper, Berlin
Nicholas Carter (conductor)
It was with considerable
surprise that I found myself making one final visit of 2017 to the Deutsche
Oper. On Christmas Eve, a malfunctioning sprinkler system had flooded the
stage, leading to the cancellation of that day’s Nutcracker and a number of subsequent performances. Nevertheless,
having clearly worked very hard, the company was able to announce that, from 28
December, performances would resume, albeit ‘halbszenisch,’ which seemed to
mean in costume, but without full staging (scenery and so on). When Intendant,
Dietmar Schwarz came on to the stage before the performance, it was difficult
not to wonder ‘what now?’ However, it was with good news: the scenery would be
there; the only real problem now lay with lighting, which would have to be
provided by different methods (hence my lack of a lighting credit above).
In the circumstances – goodness
knows what, if anything, happened by way of rehearsal – a detailed review would
seem beside the point. What I will say is that, insofar as I could tell, the
great Götz Friedrich’s 1988 production, here receiving its 118th
performance, did not seem especially tired. The cast seemed well directed by
revival director, Gerlinde Pelkowski; interaction between the characters on
stage proved detailed and convincing, within an overall realist framework. One
did not expect the experience of Stefan Herheim’s Oslo staging – still the only
one I have seen to offer profound, even life-changing insights – nor the
bizarre yet inviting sounding lunar antics of Claus Guth recently in Paris.
(How keen I am to see that at some stage!) Herheim’s shadow falls over
everything I have seen thereafter, in any case; one does not need to have it in
front of one, whether on stage or on screen, to experience again what it tells
of death and its agonies.
A good cast offered plenty of
opportunity, well taken, for solo and ensemble excellence. Liparit Avetisyan
and Dinara Alieva proved a likeable Rodolfo and Mimì. As so often, the Musetta
glittered especially bright: this time courtesy of Alexandra Hutton. Dean
Murphy’s Schaunard stood out vocally, far from the easiest of tasks in that
role. Choral singing was excellent, no allowances needing to be made for ‘circumstances’.
And Nicholas Carter’s conducting of the ever excellent Deutsche Oper Orchestra
steered a generally judicious balance between what one might broadly term the
score’s Wagnerian and Stravinskian tendencies. Above all, though, and without abdicating
one’s critical faculties, this was an evening for gratitude to all concerned.
It was also an evening for especial gratitude from me, both to the Deutsche
Oper and to Berlin. Sad to say, work compels me now to return to the United
(sic) Kingdom. I intend to be back as often as possible, and shall be grateful
for the rest of my life to the city that offered me refuge from (some of) the
worst of British society and politics. London awaits.