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San Antonio Opera's "L'elisir d'amore":
In top-notch staging, pathos rises
through the froth
January 26, 2008
With its splendidly sung, convincingly acted, astutely directed and
handsomely designed production of "L'elisir d'amore," which opened
Friday night in Cockrell Theater, San Antonio Opera has taken yet
another leap upward, this time into the top tier of regional-company
standards.
Quibbles? Yes, but mostly at the margins. On the whole, this was a
remarkably complete and well-balanced effort in a work that is more
layered, and more difficult to pull off, than its fluffy reputation
might suggest.
Gaetano Donizetti and his librettist, Felice Romani, wrote "L'elisir"
on a two-week deadline for Milan's Teatro della Cannobiana in late
April of 1832, supposedly as an emergency substitute for a scheduled
premiere whose composer couldn't deliver.
Romani based his libretto closely on a French play by Eugène
Scribe. A poor farmer (named Nemorino in the opera) buys a love potion
-- actually, just cheap Bordeaux -- from an itinerant quack (Dulcamara)
in the hope of wooing a beautiful land owner, Adina, who toys with his
honest affections and the more libidinous attentions of a conceited
recruiting sergeant (Belcore). Adina decides in Nemorino's favor, but
the happy pairing is delayed by comedic complications.
Donizetti's contribution was not just to set the story to tuneful
music, but also to deepen the dramatic shadows. The composer insisted
that Romani create a text, not precedented in Scribe's play, for what
would become the opera's most famous aria, Nemorino's heartbreaking and
very difficult "Una furtiva lagrima." Though much of the music
elsewhere is light and satirical, much is touching and tender. In
particular, the music very deftly traces Adina's emotional trajectory.
The recruitment of Hollywood writer-director-producer Garry Marshall
(creator of "Happy Days" and "Laverne and Shirley") to be stage
director may have aroused suspicions of provincial celebrity-mongering,
but he proved an excellent choice. He had fun with the material and put
on a kinetic show with lots of nifty details, including sometimes
delicious, sometimes needlessly distracting antics by a troupe of
richly talented actor-acrobats. But Marshall was also fully attentive
to the poignancy of the tale, and some of the most effective scenes
were the ones focused tightly on human pathos. Ultimately this was a
balanced, theatrically persuasive production.
The principals were all terrific singing actors. As Nemorino, Bruce
Sledge sounded thin and mousy at first, but that turned out to be part
of the act: When his character gained confidence from Dulcamara's
elixir, Sledge's voice bloomed into a stirring, virile but still
youthfully limpid lyric tenor. He brought wonderfully subtle shadings
to "Una furtiva lagrima."
Soprano Elizabeth Caballero's Adina handled her elaborate fioriture
with ease and accuracy, though her stamina seemed to flag just a bit
near the end, and she could sound brassy or meltingly warm as the
situation demanded. The powerful baritone Daniel Sutin made a strong
impression as Belcore, especially when his steely voice took on an air
of menace in an exchange with Nemorino.
As Dulcamara, bass Carlos Conde brought a refreshing contemporary
perspective to the buffo tradition. Classically, the buffo bass
commands the stage through the sheer size of his interpretation (to say
nothing of his belly) and through the portrayal of complete
self-absorption. Conde's Dulcamara was much more an ensemble player,
blending vocally with the other principals and, in his body language,
relating responsively to them. He was a little underpowered for this
theater, but the results were nonetheless satisfying.
Francis Graffeo conducted stylishly, and the orchestra, drawn largely
from members of the San Antonio Symphony, played with polish. The main
musical weakness was the chorus, which wanted precision and strength.
The naturalistic set, built for New Orleans Opera and nicely lighted by
Max Parrilla, placed the action in the courtyard of Adina's stone
villa. An open arcade was anachronistically decorated with electric
Christmas lights in one scene.
Mike
Greenberg
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