Vivid musical characterization is one of Giulio Cesare's many virtues. Making the most of his music and text, Guido Loconsolo was the evening's Achilla, who sang with impressive sonority and sensual menace. His accomplished charting of the choleric general's changing moods was aided by the best Italian of the night. Christophe Dumaux, as Tolomeo, looked like a Mughal prince and carried his role with panache. If his singing was somewhat monochromatic, it was nevertheless technically accomplished, and delivered with convincing fury. His impressive "L'empio, sleale, indegno" started in a spitting rage before settling into princely contempt.
As Cornelia, Patricia Bardon was consistently strong vocally; her characterization seemed less consistent, but this may have been a choice, equating grief with madness. There are at least hints that Cornelia, for all her desperate passion in embracing the role she chooses, may be consciously suffering from the lack of roles open to her. "Priva son d'ogni conforto" was elegantly done, and Bardon's pairing with Alice Coote's Sesto in "Son nata a lagrimar" made for one of the highlights of the evening. (Perhaps that duet is inevitably one of the highlights of the opera, but it was well sung here.) Coote proved her mastery of communicating emotion through the voice. This was my first time seeing her in a staged role, and my first time hearing her in full health, and I was delighted. Her "Cara Speme" focused audience attention from its opening, and Coote wrestled with Sesto's despair without a shadow of maudlin sentimentality, her tone even and controlled, her gravi impressive. "Svegliatevi nel core," although less intimate, was also accomplished, demonstrating a wide range of vocal color.
Natalie Dessay's performance as Cleopatra was courageous but vocally inconsistent. I sometimes felt that her Cleopatra, while well-acted, was somewhat at odds with the mischievous flapper persona of the production. Dessay's more fragile, proud, and wary Egyptian queen was fascinating, but I failed to see the logic of her attraction to the careless conqueror. Perhaps it was partially the ebullience of the production, as well as that of Handel's music, that made Dessay's thin tone seem out of place. Still, "Se pietà di me non senti" was shaped with great beauty; Dessay's intelligence of phrasing was unquestionable, and her floated notes carried great poignancy. Surprisingly effective was her triumphant "Da tempeste," complete with dance routine. Though this performance may have been on thin ice, I do hope Dessay continues to display her considerable artistry in performance. David Daniels, a veteran in the title role, sang securely and with good phrasing. And, I must confess, I was left wondering why I wasn't more drawn to his Caesar. It's true that his timbre doesn't have the weight or darkness of some other Caesars, but he didn't lack gravitas. Perhaps it's just that it was hard to imagine his kind and gentle Caesar as the ruthless intelligence behind De Bello Gallico, as the ambitious crosser of the Rubicon, as the sexual predator turned suitor for Cleopatra's affections and (at least in Handel's opera) partner in her projects. The final tableau is presented as a triumph over afflictions past; but this performance failed to give the sense of worlds at stake.
*Note: the publishing of this post was delayed because I wanted to add some curtain call photos, which were then eaten by a treacherous library computer. Alas, woe is me, etc. Imagine, if you will, Gentle Readers, Alice Coote in Edwardian suit, Dessay in hoopskirts, and David Daniels in a blinding breastplate.