Manon Lescaut – Nadja Michael
Lescaut – José Fardilha
Chevalier des Grieux – Stefano
La Colla
Geronte de Revoir – James
Moellenhoff
Edmondo – Sebastian
Fuchsberger
Innkeeper –Andreas Reinboth
Singer – Jean Broekhuizen
Dancing Master – Martin
Petzhold
Lamplighter – Tae Jin Cho
Sergeant of the Royal Archers
– Sejong Chang
Naval Captain – Milcho
Borovinov
Giancarlo Monaco (director)
Johannes Leiacker (set
designs)
Birgit Wentsch (costumes)
Wolfgang von Zoubek
(lighting)
Marita Müller (dramaturgy)
Chorus of the Leipzig Opera (chorus master: Alessandro Zuppardo)
Leipzig Gewandhaus Orchestra
Anthony Bramall (conductor)
For reasons
that remain unclear, Manon Lescaut
seems recently to have become ubiquitous. In the United Kingdom, both Welsh
National Opera and the Royal Opera are offering new productions this season.
Sir Simon Rattle has been leading the Berlin Philharmonic in this, his first
Italian opera; Munich will soon be staging it; and so on, and so on. Doubtless
the plans and availability of ‘star’ singers, not least Jonas Kaufmann, play a
role, but that does not seem to be the whole story. A good few stagings of, for
instance, La fanciulla del West,
suggest that houses and audiences may be keen to hear Puccini works beyond the
central triptych of Bohème, Tosca, and Madama Butterfly; maybe they are even tiring of those dangerously
over-exposed works. Leipzig got in a
little earlier with this 2006 production by Giancarlo Monaco, conducted at its
premiere by Riccardo Chailly, and now revived under Anthony Bramall.
Dancing Master (Martin Petzhold) and Manon (Nadja Michael) |
The Leipzig Gewandhaus Orchestra played splendidly, gaining depth and
lustre as the score did the same. The Wagnerian harmonies – Tristan a little too obvious perhaps,
though one might say the same of some early Schoenberg too – of the Intermezzo
registered with a golden glow that was very much this great orchestra’s own.
Bramall kept the score moving, but although a disinclination to bend the knee to sentimentality can only be applauded, there were occasions when he might
have relaxed a little more, stiffness sometimes replacing a more natural ebb
and flow. (A more ‘Wagnerian’ approach would certainly be welcome here.)
The principal problem, however, was Nadja Michael’s assumption of the
title role. As with other occasions I
have heard her – Salome at Covent
Garden, for instance – she seemed incapable of singing in tune. Vibrato of a
variety that occludes distinctions between one or two degrees of the scale may
or may not be overlooked. Persistently flat intonation, of a nature that had
one wondering whether she was attempting ‘historically informed’ or maybe
‘deformed’ Puccini at Baroque pitch, is another matter again. Michael, as is
her wont, threw herself enthusiastically into the role and exhibited undoubted
stage presence, but musical considerations can hardly be cast aside here. That
said, matters improved – somewhat, though far from entirely – in the third and
fourth acts. Her gymnast’s bow during the curtain calls proved equally
memorable. To his great credit, José
Fardilha held his own with respect to intonation: no mean feat in duets. His
was indeed a creditable performance throughout: typically Italianate in spirit,
but fully in technical control. The other particularly impressive performance
was James Moellenhoff’s Geronte, dark and deep of tone to an extent that
suggested a Prince Gremin. Smaller roles were well taken, and choral singing
was of a high quality throughout.
Lescaut (José Fardilha) and Manon |
The chorus
moved well on stage too, its blocking adding distinction to Monaco’s
attractive, if ultimately somewhat conventional production. Despite the
updating to the 1920s and certain cinematic references, it was difficult to
glean any particular insights. The madrigalists looked a little too much like
refugees from an imitation Otto Schenk Rosenkavalier
to convince for Paris. Still,
Johannes Leiacker’s set designs and Birgit Wensch’s costumes retained their
period lustre, and the starkness of the desert for the fourth act offered
welcome contrast, also permitting one to focus more or less entirely on the
plight of the doomed lovers. A silent film interlude, taken from Arthur
Robinson’s 1926 Manon Lescaut, opened the second act; it did not,
however, fill in the gap in the action, that is, when the lovers live together,
but rather foretold what was to come. Perhaps surprisingly, no such footage was
used during the Intermezzo. It was a little difficult to understand why.