Clonter Opera does an amazing job each year
putting on a complete production of a mainstream repertoire opera, in its own
theatre, with young singers who are at the threshold of their professional
careers. Its track record bespeaks its skill at talent spotting and the value
of its away-from-the-hothouse environment in building skills for future star performers.
This year’s La Bohème is no exception to its form. In many ways it’s one of the
best productions it’s done. The set strikes you as soon as you sit down – Grace
Venning’s design of a garrett for the starving artistic young men of the title may
be largely a collection of junk, but it’s striking and evocative.
And there’s a concept behind the junk, too.
Director Harry Fehr presents the story as Rodolfo, the main protagonist,
returning after years to the attic in which those great formative experiences
of his youth took place. So he enters the stage before the music starts,
looking around and remembering. Everything seems to happen within his memories,
and at the end the other characters slip away backwards through the doorways,
like wraiths at the rising of the sun.
I could quibble about minor incongruities
(Rodolfo has to be middle-aged throughout the story, as he can’t rejuvenate
instantly to fit the imagined flip back in time; the attic is full of chairs
which enable it to convert into the Café Momus for the middle acts, but you
wonder at first whether, if the lads were so short of fuel for the winter, they
didn’t just burn them), but it’s a cinematic way of telling the story, and you
have to suspend disbelief as you see it on stage.
The stark and bare third and fourth acts
work brilliantly: in fact the last was one of the best acted endings to La Bohème I’ve ever seen. Movement and
placings are well worked out, and at the same time we see young people facing,
all unprepared, the reality of death and its ending of their dreams.
There was perhaps a little nervousness in Act
One which detracted from a sense of young love’s first joys as the richly
famous music was sung (and very well sung), and in a setting with no extras and
limited space there’s not much scope for the Christmassy merriment of Act Two,
but no doubt later performances will allow for compensation here.
But with Clonter it’s always the voices
that are the thing, and here they have struck gold again. Estonian soprano Mirjam
Mesak (Mimì) is surely a singing actress with a great future, and she
effortlessly shone out over the biggest vocal ensembles and accompanimental
textures. Russian Alexey Gusev (Marcello) is a natural actor as well as a very
good baritone, and Lebanon-born Bechara Moufarrej (Rodolfo) has a refined,
mature and flexible tenor. Connor Baiano (Colline) and Jolyon Loy (Schaunard) will
have much to give in future, too, and Pedro Ometto (Benoit and Alcindoro) has a
comic gift in the making. And Erika Baikoff gave us a Musetta with attitude,
not so much a hardened cynic as a youngster blending aggression and naivety
(very convincingly), and singing beautifully.
The Clonter Sinfonia, led by Liz Rossi,
played the reduced orchestration with fire and affection, and Clive Timms
conducted with his accustomed sure hand and dramatic skill. He has been music
director for Clonter for the last several years and its achievements under his
care have been exceptional.
Further performances on 22, 24, 26 and 28
July.
Clonter Opera's set for La Bohème
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