Opera North’s return to live performance at The Lowry received the same kind of reception that the Hallé’s to the Bridgewater Hall did almost a fortnight ago. My goodness, we’re glad to see and hear live music in our community again.
It was a one-nighter only, an in-concert
presentation with a small and socially distanced, mask-wearing audience, of
course, no set beyond a nicely lit backdrop colonnade of pillars effect, with
fiery light glowing between them, and no interval. The cast were in a line at
the front of the stage, with the orchestra behind, and had to cope with minimal
acting, even when singing about being in each other’s arms when obviously they
couldn’t be.
(The only other thing in the visit is a
so-called ‘Night at the Opera’ of concertised excerpts, so hardly counts in my
book. It’s funny how marketeers reach for that title when what they have to
offer is specifically not a night at an opera, but a set of songs from
the shows).
But at least it made some amends for the lost
great Beethoven celebration of 2020. Opera North did get this version of Fidelio
out in December by filming it in Leeds Town Hall and streaming, and our cast in
Salford were exactly the same, the major change being that the conductor this
time was Paul Daniel, not Mark Wigglesworth.
The opera is presented in the version edited
by David Pountney, where all the spoken dialogue is replaced by a narrator
device: the actor-singer who is Don Fernando (Matthew Stiff), and normally only
appears at the end to save the hero and heroine and sort everything out, is
on-stage the whole time, presenting his report of the story for a ‘truth and reconciliation
commission’.
It actually works better this way than in
the original, which is a Singspiel with somewhat indifferent narrative concepts
and verbal writing and can often seem in the opening scenes as if it’s going to
be in a similar vein to parts of The Magic Flute. (Pountney’s text was
also used in the Hallé concert performance of Act Two under Sir Mark Elder in
February 2020, in the Bridgewater Hall – and with two of the same cast).
All the virtues of the previous Opera North
cast were present in this live performance, and more so: especially Rachell
Nicholls as Leonore (the heroine who enters a prison disguised as boy to seek
out her kidnapped and starving husband, Florestan – OK it’s not exactly everyday
credible stuff, but the important thing is how Beethoven’s music lifts it), and
Brindley Sherratt as Rocco, the head warder who has touches of a comic
Everyman-in-any-humble-job about him. His daughter Marzelline (Fflur Wyn) falls
for the supposed young ‘Fidelio’ who is really Leonore, somewhat upsetting her
real aspiring suitor, Jaquino (Oliver Johnston).
The other two key roles are Don Pizarro, an
out-and-out villain who is the reason for Florestan’s disappearance and who
wants him murdered before help can arrive – he was wonderfully acted by Robert
Hayward, who fixed the audience with an evil scowl from the moment he walked on
the stage and never let up on the nastiness – and of course Florestan himself
(Toby Spence), who has to languish unseen until Act Two but makes up for it
with some glorious proto-Heldentenor style singing.
The orchestra was down to single
(hardworking!) woodwind, two horns, two trumpets, no trombones, in a score reduction
by Francis Griffin. The chorus on stage was pretty generous for a socially
distanced ensemble these days.
It was good to see Paul Daniel, one of
their great former music directors, back on the Opera North podium. His sense
of rhythmic propulsion was as enlivening as ever, and he went for some effects
(such as the near-inaudible introduction to the Prisoners’ Chorus – itself magnificently
sung by the Opera North men) that were highly daring and not always rewarded by
the purity of wind intonation that this adaptation of the scoring absolutely
requires.
Vocal highlights included Rachel Nicholls’ ‘Abscheulicher!’
and ‘Komm’ Hoffnung’, as you might expect – fine though the other voices are,
hers has a mesmerizing extra quality to it – and of course ‘O namenlose Freude’
with Toby Spence, and the final quintet, where each of Fflur Wyn, Oliver
Johnston, Brindley Sherratt and the two just named show their all strengths and
characterisation qualities at the same time.