Jacksons Lane Theatre
Female Chorus – Olivia Rise Tringham
Male Chorus – Daniel Gray Bell
Lucretia – Emma Roberts
Tarquinius – Stephen Whitford
Collatinus – Oleksii Zasiadko
Junius – Maximilian Catalano
Bianca – Mia Serracino
Lucia – Nikki Martin
Directors – Eleanor Burke, Alex Gotch
Designs – Jennifer Gregory
Lighting – Cheng Keng
HGO Orchestra
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The Rape of Lucretia remains considerably less popular than its predecessor Peter Grimes, but it is to my mind the more interesting work (in Britten’s operatic œuvre second only to The Turn of the Screw). It is, to be sure, more problematical, whether straightforwardly in subject matter or in the ever-disconcerting – to many, downright offensive – Christian moralising of the close, but its musicodramatic construction is more sophisticated, if at times a touch overdetermined in its apparent determination—not only musically to illustrate as many aspects of the libretto as possible but also to treat them as motivically and even harmonically generative. Even that, though, ends up a fruitful part in questions of relationships between words, music, and staging.
At any rate, this marks another triumph for HGO: excellent in every respect. Perhaps first and foremost, given the nature of the enterprise, every member of the cast shone vocally and dramatically, whether individually or as part of an ensemble both tightknit and protean. Months of hard work have once again paid off handsomely, in an evening all who attended, let alone participated more actively in, will remember for some time. As Lucretia, Emma Roberts had far from the easiest role (not that there necessarily is such a thing). Unsullied virtue may come across as a little bit dull, however admirable. Her dramatic trajectory was planned and projected with great skill, engaging sympathy as well as admiration early on, and grasping the final moments of her life with an uncommon terror and horror that registered all the more powerfully for their lack of exaggeration, all securely rooted in text (of opera and production alike). Stephen Whitford’s Tarquinius trod with similarly uncommon security the tightrope between engaging just enough sympathy to portray the prince as a character at all, and ensuring the horror of his deed and his steps toward it engaged and repelled as they should. He was ‘panther agile and panther virile’, but also crucially a person who was far from sure about what he would do, and who could well have backed out of that: doubtless credit to Eleanor Burke and Alex Gotch’s production too.
Olivia Rise Tringham and Daniel Gray Bell complemented one another intelligently, dramatically, and movingly as male and female Chorus, their interaction with characters emphatically onstage a welcome addition of human and dramatic complexity. Their way with words – and there are many of them – was irreproachable, both in themselves and in their relationship to music in their vocal lines. Oleksii Zasiadko offered a dark-hued, compassionate Collatinus, nicely supported by Maximilian Catalano’s alert, developing conception of Junius. Mia Serracino as Bianca and Nikki Martin as Lucia distinguished themselves, both in performance and from one another in Lucretia’s household, anchoring the events in a world that might well have remained as it was yet could not, ensemble singing here as elsewhere key to that transformation. All of these young singers showed themselves to possess equal aptitude for and commitment to the dramatic stage. I imagine we shall have good opportunity to see and hear all of them in this context as well as in the concert hall in the years to come.
I should be similarly surprised if we do not conductor Oliver Cope and the excellent instrumentalists of the HGO Orchestra. There was no need, of course, for any orchestral reduction, however sensitive, in this case. Rather, Britten’s chamber opera could extend itself in visceral claustrophobia – I think such a thing is just about possible – throughout the Jacksons Lane auditorium. The creepiness and atmosphere were well captured, as were moments both of horror and of wonder: the false dawn of Roman sunrise, for instance. Above all, here was the dramatic engine of the entire work, in detail as well as throttle, as well as uncomfortable, even unbearable reference, that fatal late passage with cor anglais solo allusive to and evocative of a Bach Passion or cantata and its theological hinterland in the way direct quotation could not be. Quite what Britten could do, long before Death in Venice, with percussion alone was brought home with equal power. All nine ensemble members were crucial dramatic participants, as if in a piece of incipient music theatre, Cope’s direction fatal yet human. If I have a cavil – it is really more of a suggestion – it lies with the lack of titles. I can well understand the desire for immediacy, but in such an acoustic, it is not always possible, excellent diction notwithstanding, to discern every word unless one knows it already. It might be worth considering, even for opera in English, as much to help the singers as the audience.
The production navigated a fruitful, productive balancing act between ritual and realism. Set, I think, at more or less the time of composition, in the wake of the Second World War and its horrendous violence, that was present, as was every possibility to draw connections with the horrors of our own age, without making it the point in itself. This was still very much a human tragedy, perpetrated and endured by human beings, in some cases at least making choices of their own. A simple set sufficed in both starkness and versatility. Tarquinius’s attempt to wash himself before departing, violently to scrub his bare skin of the ‘desire’ that lay within him was horrible yet crucial to watch. His night-time pacing within a small maze had one feel there was a real prospect of another outcome, though of course ultimately there was not. The extinction of Lucretia’s orchids, lit and preserved in boxes throughout until sending her message to Collatinus, proved a moment unanswered and unanswerable.
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