Thrilling revival of Andrei Şerban’s intoxicating, unsettling Puccini opera
As with previous Puccini productions that have lingered long on stage at the Royal Opera – the Zeffirelli Tosca made for Callas back in 1964 that was finally retired 40 years later; the John Copley Bohème, which opened in 1974 and was replaced only in 2017 – Andrei Şerban’s production of Turandot is now the oldest in the company’s repertoire. It was first staged by the Royal Opera at the Los Angeles Olympics back in 1984 and still finds a regular place in Covent Garden, despite occasional rumours that each time will be the last. As with the other two semi-permanent fixtures, there’s a sense of fear that any replacement might disappoint audiences, or the management, or both.
In this case, one can see some validity in the argument. Still glowing atmospherically in F Mitchell Dana’s subtle and accomplished lighting scheme, the late Sally Jacobs’ lavish sets and costumes remain powerfully redolent of the ancient, fantasy China presented on stage – a place of shadows and mob violence mixed up with imperial splendour and ritualistic pageantry. Visually, the production remains an intoxicating, yet deeply unsettling experience – all the more so since revival director Jack Furness has brought a precise focus to the battle of wills at the centre of the piece, which reaches an unforgettable climax in a riddle scene that has rarely looked, or sounded, so thrilling.
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In Sondra Radvanovsky’s emotionally frozen princess and SeokJong Baek’s fearless Tartar suitor, the audience can rely on impeccable, unstintingly empowered vocalism that never for a second disappoints: it’s a pairing that raises the roof and will surely pass into legend. Strong and sensitive, too, are Anna Princeva’s tender, infinitely caring Liù and Adam Palka’s vulnerable Timur. The trio of masked commedia dell’arte civil servants – Hansung Yoo’s Ping, Michael Gibson’s Pong and Aled Hall’s Pang – form a terrific team, both vocally and physically. Ossian Huskinson takes a further step into the limelight with his excellent Mandarin; and Paul Hopwood brings the small role of the Emperor Altoum to vivid life.
This is a big choral opera and the Royal Opera Chorus, under the direction of William Spaulding, rises to every challenge: their soft singing – the hardest kind to bring off – is miraculous. Kate Flatt’s choreography, meanwhile, looks as good as new.
If the quality of the music itself takes something of a tumble in the final section, which Puccini left in meagre sketch form following his death, then Franco Alfano’s completion was given every chance of success. Venezuelan Rafael Payare – one of those insightful musicians who points up numerous details we may has never noticed before in Puccini’s richly imaginative score – makes a welcome return to conduct.
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