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La Voix humaine/Les Mamelles de Tirésias, Glyndebourne review - phantasmagorical wonders

La Voix humaine/Les Mamelles de Tirésias, Glyndebourne review - phantasmagorical wonders

Visual and aural beauty, strong performances, in a stunning double-bill from Laurent Pelly

Elsa Benoit's breasts=free Thérèse awes her husband (Régis Mengus)All images by Bill Knight for theartsdesk

“Variety is the spice of life! Vive la difference!,” chirrups the ensemble at the end of this giddying double bill. And there could hardly be more singular variety acts than a potential suicide at the end of a phone line, a woman who lets her breasts fly away and grows a beard, and a husband who breeds 40,049 children on his own.

Favourite Glyndebourne Director Laurent Pelly has gift-wrapped Poulenc’s two one-act one-offs with intelligence, verve and visual brilliance - which in the first case means semi-darkness, in the second all the colours of the rainbow - and conductor Robin Ticciati draws every possible colour from the London Philharmonic Orchestra to complement an unforgettable vision. I doubt if Glyndebourne punters could ever have had a better time, the house’s trademark Mozartian comedy notwithstanding. Stephanie d'Oustrac as Elle in 'La voix humaine'First, though, there has to be deep unease. “Elle”, the only singer we hear in La Voix humaine, is far too ambivalent a figure to move us to tears, at least in this very singular take. How manipulative is she, really, with the man on the other end of the line whose responses we can’t hear, and can’t always guess? The opening tableau of a woman with a mass of hair, face invisible to us, collapsed on a rectangular stage in the dark, could be showing us Mélisande by the pool in Maeterlinck/Debussy's symbolic forest. Then, as “Elle” raises her head, we see the other “character”, the telephone itself. The context remains mythical, a fierce Greek tragic heroine caged within a modern woman trying to be sensible.

Stéphanie d'Oustrac - Poulenc's great-grandniece, incidentally, though she won her Glyndebourne laurels way back as Carmen - acts as remarkably and responds as variously as anyone I’ve seen performing the original 1930 Cocteau play, though the middle-range parlando doesn't project as clearly, paradoxically, from a mezzo as it would, in most cases, from a soprano. The outbursts, when they come, are big, powerful and eventually lacerating. A Rothkoesque red-to-orange line glows against the black occasionally; the stage picture widens or narrows with reminiscences and emotional shut-downs. The drama raises more questions than answers, but the anchoring comes from the most beautiful of the hushed divided string chords and sequences, as perfectly placed as the silences in Ticciati’s mastery of pace and nuance. Stephanie d'Oustrac as Elle in 'La voix humaine'One of the fascinations here is how those chordal mysteries invade the supposedly comic-surreal world of Les Mamelles de Tirésias. This is less about sombre concentration than quick-change artistry; Poulenc runs a gamut as sure as Stravinsky’s, from boulevard numbers to operetta prettiness, mock-sombre chorales to skittish patter. Ticciati, Pelly, set designer Caroline Ginet and lighting artist Urs Schonebaum seem to get everything right; the visual as well as the aural beauty is important, starting with the bluish-white sweep in which the Theatre Director takes Elle’s place in a very different context.

Do we get the po-faced moralizing about making babies, not war, he promises? Far from it. There could be no better satyr-play to upend the moral-majority platitudes of Strauss and Hofmannsthal's fertility drama Die Frau ohne Schatten (at a stretch, you could describe the longed-for childbirths there as symbols of creativity), Apollinaire’s crazy text is absolutely non-judgmental about women becoming men, men women, they/theirs, means of reproduction, very unsentimental education, brawls that dissolve, a chorus which never gets to hold its social moral-majority position for long. The visual gags rise to the silly sublimitiy of it all: even the Husband corseted isn’t allowed to go in for cheap camp – what a glowing performance this is from Régis Mengus, vocally a gorgeous baritonal match for Gyula Orendt’s Director/Policeman. Scene from Les Mamelles de TiresiasEnsemble is all in this piece, something at which Glyndebourne excels, with its brilliant young chorus members who can also be called upon to take the smaller roles. Even so, there's a big solo for our heroine-into-hero, and while you might not pick out Elsa Benoit's light soprano as exceptional, she too provides the full music-theatre deal.

As the voyage into absurdity sails on, we meet a bickering (gay?) couple, Presto and Lacouf (Christophe Gay and François Piolino, game for anything and splendidly colour-coded; pictured above with Mengus and the chorus); the amorous Policeman; a precocious brat who sounds like an informer, Pavlik Morozov style in the making (delicious cameo from James Way, whose last solo appearance at Glyndebourne was as a real boy); an odd reporter (Loic Félix); and those 40,049 babies the Husband has procreated by himself. The look of that is a bit of a spoiler if you're going to see the operas - it got a big round of applause - but why waste a good photo? Scene from Les Mamelles de TiresiasThe Poulenc/Apollinaire wonderland almost outstays its welcome, but just when you could do with less brittleness, Thérèse restored to her original self sings a gorgeous opéra comique ditty which proves that to parody, you need to love what you're spoofing. And love is in every pore of Poulenc's music, as well as in Glyndebourne's final triumph of a magnificent season. What bliss to know that the full-length Poulenc opera, one of the most profound of the 20th century, Dialogues des Carmélites, with Ticciati again conducting, awaits us in 2023.

The context remains mythical, a fierce Greek tragic heroine caged within a modern woman trying to be sensible

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