I'm shocked! Shocked to find gambling if going on in here!
No, wait, sorry. I'm shocked that I haven't written a new post in more than a year. Here goes...
Some time ago we were getting free weeks of the Mezzo Channel on Bell Fibe and recorded some of the things that were interesting to us. I found my way around the Bell site and discovered we could, in fact, subscribe for $5 a month! (Crave would cost us more than $20/month.)
For those interested in concert music, opera, dance and/or jazz it's a great deal.
There are downsides to watching the operas because there are rarely subtitles attached from the original recordings and, when you us the Fibe subtitle feature (which works perfectly well on other channels) the order of words is so garbled it can be hard to make sense of them. Otherwise, full length recordings of opera production from major European opera houses. What's not to like?
We watched Die Fledermaus on 2 consecutive evenings from Opéra Royal de Wallonie-Liège. It was sung in German. There were English subtitles attached from the original recording and singers with substantial European careers in a contemporary setting. A dozen dancers turned up, sometimes as real characters, sometimes as fantasy ones commenting on the text. It was funny. It was the most entertaining Fledermaus I've seen.
We also watched Act 1 of Queen of Spades, an opera with which I was not familiar. The chorus makes it clear that the scene is a park. It's a beautiful day. Toward the end of the scene a storm comes up and everyone runs for shelter.
In this production there's a dark stage and 6 tables in what is clearly a downmarket casino. That's where the principals play out the act. The chorus appear from the back of the stage and then disappear the way they came. Why would the director of the opera ignore the obvious setting described in the score? It's hardly the first time a stage director has put his/her concept above that of the librettist and composer.
Turandot, from the Vienna State Opera was worse. Aside from four principals everyone, soloists, dancers, supers and chorus, was dressed in identical contemporary suits with silly wigs. I have no idea what the setting was. The stage was often empty. Characters entered and exited through locker doors, a kind of vomitorium and an upstage door to the executioner. Turandot was accompanied by four dancers with huge doll masks. Supers paraded around with, eventually, dozens of boxes containing the heads of decapitated suitors.
The singing was sensational. Asmik Grigorian sang a wonderful Turandot (she also sang in the Queen of Spades, above, from Munich). Jonas Kaufmann was Calaf. Kristine Mkhitaryan was Líu. The Ping, Pang and Pong were great and executed some complex choreography while singing their scenes.
But, again, what was the stage director thinking when it's clear that the opera is set in a timeless ancient China and that it is a kind of fable.
