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Così fan tutte, English National Opera

Così fan tutte, English National Opera

A superb and imaginative take on a classic operatic comedy

And for my next trick: designer Tom Pye conjures visual marvels from his fairground settingMike Hoban

 A cheeky series of signs raised at the start of Phelim McDermott’s new Così fan tutte for English National Opera promise “Big Arias”, “Intrigue”, “Lust” and “Chocolate” (among other things). Big pledges, all. And almost all delivered by this witty, exuberant and quietly revisionist production of Mozart’s challenging comedy.

The two young couples find themselves on holiday in Coney Island in the late 1950s, swapping twinsets, sensible flats and suppressed desires for the wild delights of the fair, where men wear lycra, women wear beards (and little else), and no fantasy or fetish remains unfulfilled.

McDermott crafts an intoxicating world – part visual camp, part hallucinogenic horrow-show

On the basis of McDermott’s two previous shows for ENO – Philip Glass’s Satyagraha and The Perfect American – it was hard to know what to expect of a director still finding his feet in the opera house. What looked like visual fussiness and a lack of musical trust in Glass (cascading papers, projections, giant fantastical creatures, mythic cityscapes) was here recast as a quite natural desire to fill in the gaps. Faced with the complicated excess of Mozart’s score and the complexity of his central quartet, McDermott didn’t so much do less, as do what he does more joyously and intelligently.

Given characters rather than Glass’s awkward ciphers, he discovered wonderfully human details in them (aided throughout by a characteristically nimble and witty libretto from Jeremy Sams), relishing every foible and facet as well as those of their colourful surroundings. Together with designer Tom Pye, McDermott crafts an intoxicating world – part visual camp, part hallucinogenic horrow-show – in which everything is exaggerated, excessive. Love comes gliding past in a giant fibreglass swan, while despair sends you soaring into the air in your own personal hot air balloon.  A “Skills Ensemble” of real circus performers completes the scene – a freakshow into which Mozart’s figures dissolve with disconcerting ease.

While the production is a winner, there were some musical kinks to this first performance (and, I suspect, this first run) that leave room for growth. Casting is the main culprit, a haphazard affair that had me wondering whether they had picked names out of a hat.

Neither a show-stealingly charismatic Roderick Williams (Don Alfonso) nor an almost equally impressive Mary Bevan (Despina) felt like a natural fit for their roles. Although Bevan has charm in buckets and proved that she can sing wonderfully well in any accent asked of her (with or without line-dancing accompaniment), she still feels a bit light and a bit high for the worldly maid. Williams, by contrast, seems far too youthful, too energetic for her cynical fellow-schemer.

Combine the youth and baritonal colours of Williams and the excellent Marcus Farnsworth (Guglielmo) and you lack those proper bass shades that would help root vocal action that often seemed in danger of losing its anchor. Everything about the show trades tragedy for laughs – an approach which works well dramatically, but which musically lacks that depth and power.

Christine Rice as Dorabella (pictured left with Valentine) is luxury casting, and the mezzo seems to relish a rare opportunity to give her comedic skills an airing. But while I’m fully prepared to believe that Kate Valentine has a good Fiordiligi in her, this just wasn’t it. A voice that carved so delicately heartbreaking a path through “Porgi, amor” in the recent Figaro just wasn’t finding the same range here, forcing “Soave il vento” into a much more strident place than it should sit, and never quite feeling in command of the music. Tenor Randall Bills (Ferrando) had a tough night, almost coming off the rails entirely at one point, and feeling blurred and unfocused when compared to the HD of Farnsworth’s delivery. Ryan Wigglesworth’s pit was often at odds with the stage, which didn’t help, holding back as singers dashed forwards and never quite persuading them to settle into the orchestral tempos.

No Così can be called great (or even good) until its ending, and here McDermott scores his final trick. The unusually feisty and appealing women are too human to default obediently to their original lovers, and the final ensemble stages a brisk communal wife-swap, with each trading each quite happily for another, no longer concerned by fidelity, loyalty or commitment. This is sexual politics Enlightenment-style, and in a cast of bearded ladies and flesh-eating demon-boys, what’s most shocking is just how contemporary it all feels. A sexist parable has become an anarchic fantasy – a transformation that’s no sideshow illusion.

Comments

‘Everything about the show trades tragedy for laughs – an approach which works well dramatically, but which musically lacks that depth and power.’ Quite. Forty odd years ago, directors discovered that, if you looked at Così realistically, the story turned out to be very nasty indeed. There followed some serial reinvention of the wheel, as director after director announced his Big Idea: unlike all previous Così’s, his would end with the characters traumatized for life. Too extreme, but at least these interpretations responded to the growing seriousness of the music. This funfair production concentrated on cheap laughs: an enema for Guglielmo, a kick in the nuts for I forget whom, the rising and falling of carousel horses mimicking copulation. The sisters from the outset were so obviously trivial and self-dramatizing that it was impossible to believe in Ferrando and Guglielmo’s idealization of them: their parodies of opera seria were all parody and no seriousness. The result was the disjunction between staging and music that is the bane of Regietheater, and I became bored through disengagement from the drama. Only towards the end of Act II did the setting really become effective, as the confused Fiordiligi was mocked by the scenes of deserted merriment among which she wandered. In the opening scene, the men sat in a Bunny Club, idealizing the women back home. This clash is a quite plausible and intelligent idea, but it needs to be worked out in the text rather than simply imposed on it, and unfortunately the text does not oblige. Ditto the initial presentation of the Domestic Goddesses in frumpy housewife gear (changing, predictably, into more colourful clothes when they switch affections). There were plenty of fantasy women in the inevitable supernumerary characters who outnumbered the ones that Mozart and Da Ponte actually called for, but not, at first, where they were most required. That idealization restricts women is true enough, and is arguably demonstrated by the opera, but this kind of drab restriction jarred. Dorabella’s initial wardrobe would have been fine in Wozzeck, but not in a world where elaborate elegance and emotional decorum initially conceal the dangers within.

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