by Paul J. Pelkonen
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom."--J. R. R. Tolkien
Opera is a drag: The cast (l.r.: Rodion Pogossov, Alek Shrader, Isabel Leonard, John del Carlo) in Act II of
Rossini's The Barber of Seville. Photo by Ken Howard © 2012 The Metropolitan Opera.
Given the Metropolitan Opera's penchant for musical accuracy under the reign f James Levine, it was surprising that the company chose Barber as this year's "family-friendly" holiday presentation. This new edition of the score (by J. D. McClatchy) translates the show into English and cuts it by an hour. The cuts are occasionally seamless, but more often brutal.
Mr. McClatchy axes two-thirds of the famous Overture and halves most of the arias, omitting repeats or having singers start numbers at the cabaletta. Gone: Don Basilio's bass aria "La calunnia", Berta's "Il vecchioto" and whole chunks of Figaro's "Largo al factotum." Musically speaking, the effect is like a skilled amputation--you're not supposed to look too closely. The translation is generally well done and sing-able, although the patter songs are awkward.
The mad comic energy of Bart Sher's production has been preserved. Rob Besserer's mute clown Ambrogio is still the center of the show, surviving falling anvils, collapsing trees and other Bugs Bunny-inspired mayhem. The soloists were led by the sparkling and sturdy mezzo of Isabel Leonard. She sang prettily in both acts even as she battled an unspecified (but announced) illness. John Del Carlo's reliable Bartolo anchored the show. His best comic numbers ("Un dottor della mia sorta" and "Pace gioia") were left mostly intact.
Vocally, the big deal here is Alek Shrader, the latest in a line of light tenors to make Almaviva a role to remember at the Met. This is a bel canto voice that capers nimbly above the orchestra. He even gets to sing a bit of Cessa di pìu resistire the tenor's final Act II aria. Ironically, this number is usually the first thing cut from any performance of Barber.
Less impressive: Rodion Pogossov in the title role. This touted "barihunk" had good comic timing but his light voice seemed ill-suited to the role. (Maybe it was the stage cuts.) Jordan Bisch and Luthando Qave are fine young singers for Don Basilio and Fiorello, but most of their music is missing. Yves Abel conducted an orchestra that sounded curiosly damped down, but then again how do you play a proper Rossini crescendo if the score gives you no place to start?
To the company's credit, the Met has sold more tickets for this short-shorn Barber than in recent years. Thursday night's crowd seemed to consist of out-of-town tourists and their bored children, more interested in photographing the Swarovski chandeliers than the show onstage. What they got was a Cliff Notes version of Rossini, and not the comedy which has held the stage for two centuries.
