The Bayreuth Festival Begins

The 2011 Bayreuth Festival opens this Monday with a performance of Richard Wagner's Tannhäuser, in a new production by avant-garde director Sebastian Baumgarten. As usual, this opening night performance, as well as the first nights of the rest of the operas being performed this year, will be broadcast via the Internet over a variety of online stations. For clarity of sound, together with uninterrupted broadcasts, I recommend listening to it over Bavarian Radio (Bayerische Rundfunk), but if you click here you can examine this year's schedule, and the various radio networks that will be broadcasting the performances.

In addition, on August 14th there will be a live video broadcast of Lohengrin, directed by Hans Neuensfels. This production premiered last summer to great critical acclaim. This year the leading roles will be sung by Klaus Florian Vogt, Annette Dasch, and Georg Zeppenfeld. For information about how you can watch this transmission click here.

In addition, to prepare yourself for the video transmission you can listen to "Of Rats and Men and Lohengrin" my podcast of last year's opening night by clicking here.

The Bayreuth Festival is always an important cultural event, and this year's live video performance of Lohengrin will allow fans all over the world the chance to experience Mr. Neuensfels controversial vision of Wagner's opera (see picture above). If anything, it promises to be a puzzling but fun staging, and I am sure it will be greeted, as it was last year, with the usual mix of bravos and boos. Make sure you tune in.

Alexander McQueen - Savage Beauty

The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York is enjoying more than a palpable hit this summer. The show Alexander McQueen - Savage Beauty has become one of the best attended exhibitions in the history of this institution. The retrospective of the meteoric career of the British fashion designer traces a decade that changed the world of fashion and earned McQueen international fame. It starts with his 1992 "Jack the Ripper Stalks his Victims" graduation fashion show from London's Central St. Martin's College of Art and Design, when his family and friends knew him as Lee McQueen, (influential British fashionista Isabella Blow suggested he use Alexander, his middle name, after she bought his entire first collection) and ends with McQueen's last complete show before his untimely suicide in 2010.

The exhibition, curated by Andrew Bolton, hits all the right points in establishing McQueen as more than just a fashion designer, but a visionary in tune with historical artistic movements and British socio-political concerns. Gallery after gallery we meet the many sides of a very complex artist not afraid to change styles even further than those dictated by the ever-changing whims of the fashion world. There's the Gothic McQueen, the primitive McQueen, as well as the exotic, naturalist, and nationalistic McQueen. But throughout all the different phases of the man, there are two constants that never waiver: an intense grounding in Romanticism as a point of departure for all his ideas, and solid craftsmanship skills learned while an apprentice at Anderson and Shephard, Gieves & Hawkes and other bespoke tailoring houses on Savile Row. The meeting point of a fervid imagination and spectacular couture is at the very heart of this exhibition, and the MET has done a terrific job not just collecting all the dresses together, but providing the appropriate lighting, ambiance and music (George Frideric Handel's Sarabande used in Stanley Kubrick's film Barry Lyndon and a haunting composition called "Disco Bloodbath" by Mekon are unforgettable) that makes us seem as if we are attending an actual McQueen runway show.

And then there are the accessories. The majority of the mannequins in the show are presented wearing appropriate headgear or masks fashioned by influential British hairstylist Guido Palau. These are essential to every single creation, and I would not dream of imagining this show without them. Unfortunately, the exhibition catalog, which does a very good job of capturing in photographs this show, fails to include any of them. Thankfully, the catalog does picture the amazing "butterfly hat" created by Philip Treacy for the "La Dame Bleue" Spring/Summer 2008 show as well as many other accessories that were key to the McQueen experience.

Whatever your interest or knowledge in the fashion world you are going to be impressed by how well this exhibition has been put together. What's more, you are going to come out with a greater appreciation for the world of haute couture. No doubt you will emerge from the show with some definite favorites in mind. You might be carried away by the incredible flower dress (pictured above) that McQueen created for the Spring/Summer 2007 show which he called "Sarabande." Or you might be totally fascinated by the dress made entirely of pheasant feathers for his "Widows of Culloden" collection a year earlier. Two impressive creations filled with a pervading sense of finality. From his Jack the Ripper collection to the very end, McQueen was not afraid to court Death throughout his career.

On my second visit to the exhibition I was fascinated by the hologram that concluded the "Widows of Culloden" show. Model Kate Moss appears out of the void, floating in space, wearing an incredible billowing dress of ivory silk and organza while the music of the film Schindler's List plays in the background. So brave and noble of McQueen to conclude his show in a celebration of Kate Moss as a fashion icon only months after the model had been involved in a drug scandal.

Here is the incredible finale to "The Widows of Culloden."

Mark Rylance Does it Again!

Mark Rylance won the Tony in the Best Performance by a Leading Actor in a Play category for his monumental performance in the play Jerusalem. Back in 2008 Rylance won the Tony for his Broadway debut in the play Boeing-Boeing. As you may remember, his acceptance speech a few years ago confused many. It consisted of reciting from memory the poem "The Back Country" by poet Louis Jenkins. Tonight, Mr. Rylance went back to Mr. Jenkins's poetry for his second Tony acceptance speech. Here it is.

"Walking through a Wall" by Louis Jenkins

"Unlike flying or astral projection, walking through walls is a totally earth-related craft, but a lot more interesting than pot making or driftwood lamps. I got started at a picnic up in Bowstring in the northern part of the state. A fellow walked through a brick wall right there in the park. I said, "Say, I want to try that." Stone walls are best, then brick and wood. Wooden walls with fiberglass insulation and steel doors aren't so good. They won't hurt you. If your wall walking is done properly, both you and the wall are left intact. It is just that they aren't pleasant somehow. The worst things are wire fences, maybe it's the molecular structure of the alloy or just the amount of give in a fence, I don't know, but I've torn my jacket and lost my hat in a lot of fences. The best approach to a wall is, first, two hands placed flat against the surface; it's a matter of concentration and just the right pressure. You will feel the dry, cool inner wall with your fingers, then there is a moment of total darkness before you step through on the other side."

The Tree of Life

The Tree of Life, the fifth film in the nearly four decade career of director Terrence Malick, gives back to cinema, and in particular to American cinema, what it has lost after years of commercialism: a return to an "auteur" sense of artistry that brings us back to the abstract notion best summed up by Italian film director Federico Fellini about a certain type of film catapulting audiences out of the darkness of the theater and into the light of understanding. For Malick, the urge of wanting to share that precious discovery with his audiences is very much alive in this epic film. It is a work that will puzzle many and entertain few. But honestly, this should not surprise anyone, accustomed as we are at this time of the year to paying our overpriced admission tickets only to be plunged into a world of summer explosions and endless sequels. Here's a summer movie (I'm actually surprised that Fox Searchlight Pictures released it this early in the year) that will not allow you to do that for one second. Hitch along for this singular ride and you will find yourself in the middle of one extraordinary journey seldom experienced in film these days.

The Tree of Life reaches beyond the bounds of traditional storytelling at every turn. Not content with telling the story of a dysfunctional family in Waco, Texas in the 1950s, the film reaches back to the beginnings of time. Why? For the same reason that Stanley Kubrick's 2001, A Space Odyssey begins at the dawn of prehistory to tell the story of Mankind's quest in space. We are, all of us, each a part of the whole, and to forget this is to misunderstand our very existence. Malick shows us the birth of the universe, anchors us with a domestic American story of love and loss, and shows us in an unforgettable scene that takes place by the seaside the souls of the departed, content in the afterlife, finally achieving the kind of redemption that we all seek while we are alive. By the end of the film we have experienced the very depths and the very heights of the human condition -- the mirror has been held up to nature: we have seen ourselves.

And to get us through this epic journey, Malick has chosen some of the most ravishing classical music ever assembled for one motion picture. Whatever you think of Malick's masterful film, I am certain that you will not be disappointed by its superb soundtrack featuring the music of Brahms, Berlioz, among many others. And neither will you be disappointed by the powerful performances of Brad Pitt and Jessica Chastain as a struggling 1950s couple, as well as by their three children portrayed by Hunter McCracken, Laramie Eppler, and Tyre Sheridan. Sean Penn, playing one of the grownup children, gets inside of his cameo role revealing a profoundly deep sense of alienation. Without uttering a single word he is able to convey that he is one of the many lost souls trapped in our modern world of concrete, steel and glass. Mexican cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki's memorable images are outstandingly beautiful whether capturing Eisenhower's America or the Jurassic prehistoric period.

When Herman Melville wrote and published the entertaining Omoo in 1847 it turned out to be a popular narrative of the South Seas aboard a whaling vessel, selling very well in the US and England. In 1851 Melville published the dark and brooding Moby Dick, another tale aboard a whaling ship, but this time a narrative filled with digressions referencing the Bible, philosophy and cetology. Needless to say, it was a critical and popular failure when it was published. Today Omoo is a nearly forgotten work, while Moby Dick has achieved the status of a classic. Allow me to predict the same fate for Terrence Malick's new film. The Tree of Life is destined for a place in the pantheon (if you allow me an auteur term) of great American films.

Is Lars von Trier a Nazi?

Lars von Trier has been declared "persona non grata" at this year's Cannes Film Festival. During a press conference to promote his new film Melancholia, the Danish director made a number of off-topic remarks that included various odd references to Jews, the state of Israel, and Adolf Hitler. Here is the transcript of what he actually said:

“The only thing I can tell you is that I thought I was a Jew for a long time and was very happy being a Jew, then later on came [Danish, and Jewish, director] Susanne Bier, and suddenly I wasn’t so happy about being a Jew. That was a joke. Sorry. But it turned out that I was not a Jew. If I’d been a Jew, then I would be a second-wave Jew, a kind of a new-wave Jew, but anyway, I really wanted to be a Jew and then I found out that I was really a Nazi, because my family was German. Which also gave me some pleasure.

“So, I, what can I say? I understand Hitler. I think he did some wrong things — yes, absolutely — but I can see him sitting in his bunker in the end. I’m just saying that I think I understand the man. He’s not what you could call a good guy, but yeah, I understand much about him and I sympathize with him a little bit, yes. But come on, I’m not for the Second World War! And I’m not against Jews. No, not even Susanne Bier. That was also a joke. I am, of course, very much for Jews. No, not too much, because Israel is a pain in the ass. But still, how can I get out of this sentence? I just want to say I’m very much for Speer. Albert Speer, I liked. He was also, maybe, one of God’s best children. He had some talent that was kind of possible for him to use during, um… Okay, I’m a Nazi.”

Is Lars von Trier a Nazi? I sincerely doubt it. He enjoys being a provocateur, and he likes to exercise this devil-of-an-impish streak whenever he can. Unfortunately, he neither seems to lack any common sense, nor does he know when it is best to quit and stay silent. To add to the problem, lately he seems to be going through some kind of mid-life crisis that has made him stop drinking but which inexplicably has catapulted him into the realm of psychobabble whenever he faces the press. And then there is his new tattoo -- letters on his knuckles that spell the word FUCK (See picture above). Either a homage to Charles Laughton's The Night of the Hunter (where Robert Mitchum's character has the words LOVE and HATE tattooed on his knuckles) or another of Mr. von Trier's desperate attempts to get a visceral reaction from his audience.

The Cannes Film Festival has banned Lars von Trier because it is illegal in France to say or write anything anti-Semitic. This action strikes me as too sudden, too harsh. It feels very much like the actions of Inspector Javert in Les Misérables, misguidedly following the letter of the law, inflexible and harsh.

My opinion is that Lars von Trier, as an artist, was trying to tell the press, in his awkward, rambling way, that he has an artistic admiration for the work of various accomplished artists that rose to prominence under the Third Reich. Albert Speer is arguably one of the most famous, as well as infamous of the architects of the first half of the 20th century. His grandiose designs spell out National Socialism like no other. His "cathedral of light" design is perhaps the most famous and lasting of his monumental ideas. It was achieved by pointing 130 anti-aircraft searchlights into the night sky and thus causing the effect of columns whose capitals disappear into the night. Every year on September 11, two massive searchlights aimed at the New York night sky give the feeling that the World Trade Center towers are still standing. It is an idea very close to what Albert Speer first devised in the 1930s for the Nazi rallies. The documentary work of Leni Riefenstahl, (where she captured on film Speer's work) for example, is stunning in its execution, although its subject matter propagandizes the evil machinery that helped to create it. One is not a Nazi if one is impressed by Riefenstahl's work. Both Triumph of the Will and Olympia are stunning documentaries of the 1930s, beautifully photographed, stunning in their scope, and masterfully edited. They serve as vivid records for the nightmare that was brewing in Germany at that time.

When it comes to the works of Richard Wagner (whose music has been featured in some of von Trier's films) the debate has been going on for more than half a century as to how we should think of him as a composer. What are we to think of Wagner, whose works highly influenced and inspired Hitler and the formation of National Socialism? I think the answer is very clear. Even though Wagner was a rabid anti-Semite, we must separate the man from his twisted ideology and his evil disciples, and concentrate on his true genius which lies in his sublime music. We must do the same for Speer and Riefenstahl -- separate the artists from the ideology that bred them. No, I don't think you are a Nazi if you like Wagner, the very idea is preposterous. And, no, I don't think that Lars von Trier is a Nazi either, even though his own ill-chosen, rambling words condemn him. He is just a confused artist unable to accurately verbalize what's on his mind. I personally don't think he should give press interviews. There is no point to it. Watch his controversial, maddening, but memorable films. That's ultimately how history will judge him.

Die Walküre at the MET -- Been There, Done That

The title of this review does not refer to me having made the trip to Richard Wagner's Valhalla and having successfully returned, but rather it is a personal commentary on the on-going unveiling of the new Ring production at the Metropolitan Opera by director Robert Lepage and his associates from his production company Ex Machina. Unfortunately, they only seem to be interested in turning Wagner's great work into a well-oiled machine. On Friday they unveiled their new production of Die Walküre with some mixed results.

Back in the fall, they opened the 2010-2011 season with Das Rheingold, and opening night introduced us to the 24 movable planks that make up the set for the four-evening work. Rheingold proved to be a mixture of imaginative staging and magnificent projections featuring characters who often seemed to defy all laws of gravity. Still, despite some amazing stage magic, there were some kinks left in the machine, and opening night did not see the gods parade into Valhalla via a rainbow bridge that never materialized. Instead, the gods had to exit stage left through the wings. The conclusion of Rheingold brought a mixture of applause and boos, the latter mostly directed, I'm convinced, at Lepage and company.

Now it is Die Walküre's turn to be "machined." No sooner did James Levine (looking thin and frail) give the orchestra the opening downbeat, the machine started to move, showing us a snowstorm, then turning itself into a forest and then into a rather sparse, almost modernistic Hunding's hut. During Siegmund's monologue, shadowy projections illustrated his tale of woe -- a nice cinematic touch, but the truth of the matter is that Wagner's music illustrates the action rather well without the need for a magic lantern show. When Spring bursts into the room and Siegmund (Jonas Kaufmann in marvelous voice) sang his "Winterstürme" the lights turned green, the machine moved a little more (not too quietly) , and that's it! Anyone who wanted the set to perform wonders during this act could not help but yawn.

Then came Act II. That's when the audience finds out that this set is really dangerous. Bryn Terfel as Wotan stepped out into the planks of the set, the slope of which would make any ordinary mortal slide down. He managed to stay up there during the night, don't ask me how. Unfortunately Deborah Voigt was not as nimble: she took a tumble as she tried to step up to the planks right before her "Hojotohos." Luckily she managed to laugh it off and she got through the difficult musical passage without a problem. I am sure, she was shaken, though, and you could hear the audience gasp as she went down. I really don't see the need to put singing actors through this. Stephanie Blythe had it the best. As Fricka, the "goddess who must be obeyed" she never had to step into the planks. She sat in her regal throne, holding on for dear life as the platform where she sat slid down into place. Of course, let's just hope that the wires that hold her securely never break, otherwise we could very well have another Wagnerian incident like the one that happened a few years ago when Tristan barreled down, head first, into the prompter's box.

Act III offered an imaginative use of the machine for the "Ride of the Valkyries", but the effect verged on the kitschy as proven by the lusty reaction of the audience. I predict that every time they mount this production this celebrated portion of the score will cause some kind of inappropriate reaction. The opera finished with the most impressive use of the machine: an aerial shot of Brünnhilde as she sleeps among the flames. A nice effect, although it never quite takes your breath away.

The most wondrous aspect of the evening was the orchestra. Under Levine's direction they were a noble extension of his musical concept of this work. There was faultless playing throughout the evening, and memorable sounds coming from the bass and horn sections. Onstage, all of the singers, with the exception of Eva-Maria Westbroek (Sieglinde), who had to be replaced after Act II, sounded vocally secure. Mr Kaufmann is proving that he can become one of the great heldentenors of our times. Last summer at Bayreuth he wowed audiences in the title role of Lohengrin, and now his Siegmund is igniting the first two acts. Stephanie Blythe was simply amazing, arguably the strongest and the most interesting voice of the evening. Bryn Terfel's Wotan is a force of nature, the Welsh bass-baritone continues to transform himself into one of our best commanding Wagnerians. His hefty tones may not have the majesty of singers of the past, like George London or Hans Hotter, but his musicianship and his perfectly clear diction add a layer of nobility to his performance. Deborah Voigt impressed me with her first Brünnhilde, although I will argue that this may not be the role for her. Still, she had a very good night, and hopefully her voice will hold as the Ring cycle continues into next year.

Overall, I found the production lacking imagination, especially after whetting our appetite with the worlds created in Das Rheingold. True, Walküre is a more earth-bound story, but if you have a high-tech multi-million dollar gadget in front of you, it better perform some amazing out of this world tricks. Wagner did it with his music, I can't see why Lepage and company can't match it.

FRANKENSTEIN at the National Theatre

Last week I went to see Danny Boyle's production of Nick Dear's sold-out new play, Frankenstein, from the National Theatre in London -- as a matter of fact I went twice in one week, and I didn't even have to cross the Atlantic. The National Theatre continues to present HD broadcasts of some of their most popular presentations. They did it a couple of years ago for the first time when they presented Helen Mirren in Phèdre by Jean Racine, and they are doing it again with this riveting adaptation of Mary Shelley's groundbreaking novel.

It's the kind of theatrical experience that has buzz written all over it. First there is director Danny Boyle, returning to the stage after spending the last two decades making a name for himself in the movies with Trainspotting, and winning Hollywood Oscar gold with Slumdog Millionaire, and winning critical acclaim with last year's 127 Hours. Then there is the cast, in particular the actors playing Doctor Frankenstein and his creature creation. In a bit of casting genius the two actors, Benedict Cumberbatch and Johnny Lee Miller swap roles nightly. This is the kind of casting that makes theatergoers drool, and forces them to see the show more than once to savor how each actor approaches each character. This is what I did by attending two of the HD presentations, and I am convinced that this is the only way to fully appreciate this production.

Actor Benedict Cumbernatch, little known in America but a household name in the UK, is riding the wave of newly-found fame these days, and is clearly the chief drawing card for this production. He was the name on everybody's lips when the Doctor Who franchise went looking to replace the irreplaceable David Tennant as he finished his tenure as the Tenth Doctor. Cumberbatch's pale skin and chiseled David Bowie-like alien features would have made an ideal Eleventh Doctor. Instead, Cumberbatch remained near the Time Lord's orbit by being cast in the title role of Sherlock, a 21st century retelling of the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle master sleuth by Steven Moffat, Doctor Who's current head writer.

Playwright Nick Dear turns Mary Shelley's gothic story into a Samuel Beckett-like existential confrontation between creator and creation. Danny Boyle's cinematic staging wonderfully supports this adaptation, which also includes idiosyncratic background music reminiscent of his latest films. The scene when the two characters meet at the summit of a mountain and the creature berates his maker and demands that he build him a mate is alone worth the price of admission.

If you manage to see this production twice I am sure that one of the evenings will stand out in your mind more than the other. Personally, I enjoyed the show a lot more when Johnny Lee Miller played the Creature and Benedict Cumberbatch played Frankenstein. Why? Well, I enjoyed Miller's child-like creation over Cumberbatch's stroke victim monster. On the other hand, I marveled at Cumberbatch's Byronic, elegant and mysterious Frankenstein. Frankly, I did not care for Miller's huff and puff Frankenstein. On the other hand, watching Cumberbatch bring to life the Creature at the moment of his birth is one of the highlights of this theater season.

The bottom line is this: see the play twice, and watch two great actors at work!

Calixto Bieito's PARSIFAL in Stuttgart

Calixto Bieito's controversial 2010 staging of Richard Wagner's Parsifal is back at the Staatsoper in Stuttgart, Germany. This staging, by the notorious Spanish director, brings to mind Mel Gibson's apocalyptic Mad Max films, but it is actually inspired by another greater apocalyptic work: Cormac McCarthy's memorable novel The Road.

The remaining performances of this production at the Staatsoper this year are on March 26th, and April 3rd. Below is a short documentary which shows plenty of scenes from the production, as well as commentary from director Calixto Beito. It definitely gives you an idea of what this unique staging is all about.

And here is a nine minute video with extended scenes from this production:

Does anybody know if this production has been filmed for DVD and Blu-Ray release in Europe and/or America?

Tom Stoppard's ARCADIA back on Broadway

Ever since artist Nicolas Poussin painted his famous picture "Et in Arcadia Ego," which shows a group of pastoral shepherds (pardon the redundancy!) discovering a tomb with this inscription, scholars have argued about the meaning of this Latin text. So, whether you interpret it as "I, who am now dead, also lived once in Arcadia," or the more popular "I, Death, exist even in Arcadia," please do me a favor: before you die, make sure that once in your life you experience Tom Stoppard's masterful play Arcadia.

I've seen the play three times thus far. Twice in London, and once here in New York, last night, in its new Broadway revival that opened last week. My first encounter with Stoppard's play was during its initial West End run back in 1994. That landmark production, at the Theatre Royal, Haymarket, directed by Trevor Nunn and starring Joanne Pearce and the incomparable Roger Allam convinced many theatergoers that Stoppard might have written the crowning masterwork in a career that up to that time also included, among others Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, The Real Inspector Hound, and Travesties. In the summer of 2009 I was lucky enough to see Arcadia again, this time at the Duke of York's Theatre with a cast that featured Ed Stoppard, the playwright's son, in the role of Valentine. It is this production, directed by David Leveaux, with sets by Hildegard Bechtler that opened last Thursday at the Ethel Barrymore Theatre.

This current production, with its mixed cast of American and British performers turns out to be, as expected with this casting choice, a bit of a mixed evening. The English actors, among them Bel Powley (Thomasina Coverly) and Tom Riley (Septimus Hodge), and especially Lia Williams (Hannah Jarvis) perform Stoppard's language with the facility that can only come from those born and raised in Blighty. The American stars of this production, Raúl Esparza (Valentine Coverly) and Billy Crudup (Bernard Nightingale) struggle at times with their accents, although in all honesty, they do an admirable job overall maintaining the illusion of britishness.

Mr. Crudup's Bernard Nightingale is arguably the character that casts the longest shadow in this play. The other, of course is Lord Byron himself, a character who like Hamlet in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead or Agamemnon in Richard Strauss's opera Elektra never appears. Bernard is an opportunistic don who dreams of striking it rich in the academic world unearthing a little-known episode of Byron's life. Basing himself mostly on speculation, and a few letters he's unearthed, the biographical details that he pieces together do not altogether complete the puzzle. The beauty of the play is that, as in the film Citizen Kane, we the audience end up finding out more about the true events of the past than the characters in the present will ever be able to decipher. Bernard needs that last impossible-to-find "Rosebud" piece that will complete his hypothetical puzzle.

But the play's the thing, and Arcadia remains as fresh and as fascinating today as when I first saw it. Along with its themes of Classicism versus Romanticism, the geometry of English gardens, Newtonian physics versus chaos theory, the lost years in the life of Lord Byron, and the publish-or-perish mentality of the college don, Arcadia celebrates the unquenchable thirst of man in its quest towards intellectual discovery.

QR Code Madness

For the past few months I have been spotting these strange diagrams, like the one to the left, everywhere, especially in posters in New York's subway system. These little squares often come with brief instructions to scan them with your smart phone in order to get information. Stuck with a Motorola RAZR until a few weeks ago these little squares really meant nothing to me. And then, on the day it debuted, I got myself a new Verizon iPhone, and in the course of playing with it and doing some research I found out that these little squares are called QR Codes (short for Quick Response). They were invented in Japan, and they fall under the category of matrix barcodes readable by scanners and camera phones.

Already on the web there are a handful of sites that will transform your website into a QR Code. What you see here is the QR Code of my Wagner Operas website. If you have an iPhone download the free app called "QRreader" and once it has downloaded and installed itself take a picture of the square above. Your iPhone will immediately take you to my Wagner Operas website. Amazing!

Now, is it just me, but look carefully: I think that if you stare at the QR code of my site, and you squint your eyes a bit, you start to see Richard Wagner's profile in the center of the diagram? Wait, nevermind, it's just a QR code not a Rorschach test. Enjoy playing with your smart phone!

The New La Traviata at the MET

Willy Decker's staging of La Traviata was the sold-out event in the summer of 2005 at the Salzburg Festival. That production, starring Rolando Villazón, Anna Netrebko, and Thomas Hampson has been immortalized in DVD and Blu-Ray disc for all time. Now, this same production arrives at the Metropolitan Opera, replacing the Franco Zeffirelli bombastic, huge, opulent staging that few critics liked, but that most audiences loved. When next they update the history of the MET, they will remember the Peter Gelb years as the time when the opera house finally grew up out of its Joseph Volpe artistic lethargy and re-joined the ranks of the great opera houses from across the pond; the time when the MET began to present avant-garde productions featuring contemporary stagings by many of the best European directors and designers. As a result, these days the intermission conversations at the MET seldom center around the performers, but neither are there deep discussions on the virtues of a given new staging. Everything is dismissed as Gelb bringing in Eurotrash! The Gelb years at the MET will always be remembered as the time when the MET might have hit a new pinnacle of artistic excellence and innovation, and the audiences do not care. The times might change, but it is interesting how MET audiences persist on remaining the same. This Saturday afternoon, during the single intermission (after Act One!) of this production, the snippets of conversation that I caught involved wanting Zeffirelli's production back coupled with the phrase "I'm a conservative."

In the Four Quartets poet T.S. Eliot writes "we had the experience but missed the meaning." Wake up people! There is a revolution going on at the Metropolitan Opera the likes of which this opera house has never seen, and it is passing you by because many of you are artistically asleep. Awaken!

Decker's production deconstructs Violetta's world, and in Act I turns it into a night journey of androgyny devoid of time period or setting. Looming above the action is a white bearded old man who in Act IV turns out to be Dr. Grenvil, but who in the opening acts moves about the set looking down at the characters and even directing the action like the stage manager right out of Thorton Wilder's Our Town. In one incredible sequence, he clears out the choristers from the stage by walking towards them while they back away from him and exit via the only way in and out of this set: double doors that shut tightly close like the prison that is Violetta's world. This character, oftentimes compared to an emissary laying down the rules of the force of destiny, reminds me physically of Giuseppe Verdi himself; as if Willy Decker invoked the approval of the composer himself in order to stage this work.

The sets by Wolfgang Gussmann owe much inspiration to the 1930's geometric sets of Adolphe Appia, and the New Bayreuth experiments of Wieland Wagner. As a matter of fact, the best set for an Act III of Tristan und Isolde I have ever seen is Act IV of this Traviata. The staging area now completely bare, Violetta dying on the floor while waiting for her beloved Alfredo to arrive, as Annina, Dr. Grenvil, and Giorgio Germont sit on a semi-circular bench hopelessly waiting the end. This is Tristan! Just change the names of the characters around!

Gussmann's costumes are also interesting. Throughout the production Decker plays with Violetta's red dress and red pumps. Oftentimes, when she wears them and, more importantly, when she sheds these clothes, the action is filled with hidden meaning. Also, when choreographer performer Athol Farmer, reprising his Salzburg performance, his face covered by a kitschy Spanish señorita mask, dons Violetta's dress and performs a Spanish dance meant to mock Alfredo, it is the pinnacle of an act where both female and male choristers gender-bend by wearing tuxedos, while they wear masks of the opposite sex.

I was pleased by the performances on Saturday afternoon. Marina Poplavskaya sang the role with strength and assurance. Blondes do seem to have more fun, it is said, but I wish that she would have donned a brunette wig for this production. Not that I want her to look more like Netrebko, it's just that a brunette Violetta is more in keeping with the overall basic colors of this production. Matthew Polenzani gave the best performance I have ever heard from this tenor. Andrzej Dobber was a stentorian Giorgio Germont, although I miss Thomas Hampson from the original Salzburg production.

The biggest issue that this production brings up is how long is the MET going to keep Decker's Traviata? This staging was to be one hot summer ticket in 2005, and then it was meant to be packed away never to be seen again (at least not in Salzburg). The MET has always been a house where productions have outlasted their welcome after twenty years. As Anthony Tommasini pointed out in his review in the New York Times:

"The question is whether the Decker “Traviata” is the kind of reconceived production that will last for seasons into the future. Perhaps the MET will become a house where productions are rotated more often, which would be an interesting departure, though an expensive one."

Let's hope this is the case.

Upcoming at the Metropolitan Opera

Here are some upcoming performances and productions that are rumored to be coming to The Metropolitan Opera. An asterisk means that it will be a house debut for the artist.

2011-2012

Anna Bolena [new production; Oct. 29, Jan. 23-Feb. 4] with Anna Netrebko/Angela Meade (Anna), Elina Garanca (Giovanna Seymour), Kate Lindsey (Smeton), Stephen Costello (Percy), Ildar Abdrazakov (Enrico/Henry VIII), c. Marco Armiliato, dir. David McVicar

Nabucco with Maria Guleghina/Marianne Cornetti (Abigaille) , Yonghoon Lee (Ismaele), Zeljko Lucic, Carlo Colombara

Il Barbiere di Siviglia with Javier Camarena*/Colin Lee, Mikhail Petrenko (Basilio)

Don Giovanni [new production] with Barbara Frittoli/Annette Dasch/Marina Rebeka*, Maija Kovalevska, Mojca Erdmann*/Isabel Leonard, Matthew Polenzani, Mariusz Kwiecien/Gerald Finley, Luca Pisaroni, Joshua Bloom, Stefan Kocan, c. James Levine/Edward Gardner, dir. Michael Grandage

Siegfried [new production] with Deborah Voigt/Katarina Dalayman, Ben Heppner, Bryn Terfel/Falk Struckmann, Eric Owens, c. James Levine, dir Robert Lepage

Satyagraha with Rachelle Durkin

Rodelinda (Nov) with Renee Fleming, Andreas Scholl, Iestyn Davies*, Kobie van Rensburg, c. Harry Bicket

Faust [new production] with Angela Gheorghiu/Marina Poplavskaya, Jonas Kaufmann/Piotr Beczala, Alexei Markov/George Petean, c. Yannick Nezet-Seguin, dir. Des McAnuff, des. Robert Brill [first seen at ENO]

Madama Butterfly with Robert Dean Smith?, Luca Salsi, Joel Sorensen as Goro

La Fille du Regiment with Nino Maichadze

Hansel and Gretel with Aleksandra Kurzak, Alice Coote

Enchanted Island [new production, original pastiche by Jeremy Sams, featuring music from Handel and Vivaldi] with Danielle de Niese (Ariel), Lisette Oropesa (Miranda), Joyce DiDonato (Sycorax), David Daniels (Prospero), Anthony Roth Costanzo* (Ferdinand), Placido Domingo (Neptune), Luca Pisaroni (Caliban), c. William Christie, dir./prod. Phelim McDermott/Julian Crouch, chor. Christopher Wheeldon?

Tosca with Roberto Alagna

Goetterdammerung [new production, Jan.] with Deborah Voigt/Katarina Dalayman, Waltraud Meier/Karen Cargill* (Waltraute), Ben Heppner, c. James Levine, dir Robert Lepage.

Ernani with Angela Meade, Salvatore Licitra, c. Marco Armiliato

Aida with Micaela Carosi, Stephanie Blythe, Lado Ataneli, Eric Owens (Ramfis), c. Fabio Luisi

Khovanshchina with Olga Borodina as Marfa, Vladimir Galouzine as Andrey, George Gagnidze as Shaklovity, Ildar Abdrazakov as Ivan, Rene Pape as Dosifei, John Easterlin as Scrivener

L’elisir d’amore with Diana Damrau, Juan Diego Florez, Mariusz Kwiecien, Alessandro Corbelli

Macbeth with Nadja Michael*, Gunther Groissbock, c. Gianandrea Noseda

Manon [new production, March] with Anna Netrebko, Piotr Beczala, Paulo Szot, c. Fabio Luisi, dir. Laurent Pelly in co-production with Covent Garden, La Scala, and Toulouse

Das Rheingold. With Stefan Margita (Loge), Iain Paterson (TBA). Full Ring Cycles to follow.

La Traviata with Natalie Dessay/Marina Rebeka

Die Walkure with Eva-Maria Westbroek

The Makropoulos Case (Apr-May) with Karita Mattila, Kurt Streit (Albert Gregor), David Kuebler (Vitek), Johan Reuter* (Prus), Tom Fox (Kolenaty)

Billy Budd with John Daszak* as Vere, Nathan Gunn, James Morris, Allan Glassman (Red Whiskers)

2012-2013

Eugene Onegin [new production] with Anna Netrebko, Matthew Polenzani, Mariusz Kwiecien, c. James Levine, dir. Deborah Warner

Un Ballo in Maschera [new production] with Karita Mattila, Kathleen Kim, Marcelo Alvarez, Dmitri Hvorostovsky, c. Fabio Luisi, dir. David Alden

The Tempest by Thomas Ades [Metropolitan Opera premiere] with Simon Keenlyside, dir. Robert Lepage, co-production with La Scala, who offers it in 2013-14

Il Barbiere di Siviglia [abridged Family Version, holidays], c. Yves Abel (uncertain whether it’s in rep with traditional performances)

Maria Stuarda [Metropolitan Opera premiere] with Joyce Di Donato as Maria, Elza van den Heever* as Elisabetta, c. Maurizio Benini, dir David McVicar.

Rigoletto [new production] with Diana Damrau/Lisette Oropesa/Aleksandra Kurzak, Piotr Beczala/Vittorio Grigolo, Zeljko Lucic/George Gagnidze, Stefan Kocan

Parsifal [new production] with Katarina Dalayman, Jonas Kaufmann, Peter Mattei, Rene Pape, dir. Francois Girard in co-production with Opera de Lyon

Giulio Cesare [Glyndebourne production, dir. David McVicar?] with Natalie Dessay, David Daniels, Rachid Ben Abdeslam* (Nireno)

Aida with Marco Berti, George Gagnidze, Stefan Kocan

Carmen (fall, then Feb-Mar) with Ekaterina Shcherbachenko*/Maija Kovalevska, Angela Gheorghiu?/Vesselina Kasarova, Yonghoon Lee, c. Michele Mariotti*

Le Comte Ory with Juan Diego Florez

Dialogues des Carmelites (Apr.-May) with Kristine Jepson (Mere Marie), Felicity Palmer (Mme. De Croissy)

Don Carlo (Jan-Mar) with Eric Halfvarson, c. Lorin Maazel?/Fabio Luisi

Francesca da Rimini (Mar) with Eva Maria Westbroek, Marcello Giordani, c. Yannick Nezet-Seguin

Norma with Sondra Radvanovsky, Kate Aldrich

Le Nozze di Figaro with Maija Kovalevska, Mojca Erdmann?, John Graham-Hall* (Basilio)

Otello with Krassimira Stoyanova, Jose Cura

Il Trovatore [fall] with Anja Harteros, Fabio Armiliato, Franco Vassallo, c. Daniele Callegari

Les Troyens with Susan Graham, Karen Cargill (Anna), Marcello Giordani

Turandot with Takesha Meshé Kizart (Liu), Marco Berti, c. Dan Ettinger

Complete Ring Cycles with Simon O’Neill (Siegmund)

2013-2014

Two Boys [commissioned work by Nico Muhly with libretto by Craig Lucas], dir. Bartlett Sher, co-production with English National Opera.

Falstaff [new production] with Lisette Oropesa, Stephanie Blythe, Franco Vassallo (Ford), dir. Jack O’Brien

Die Fledermaus [new production] with new dialogue by David Hirson

Prince Igor [new production] with Ildar Abdrazakov, dir. Dmitri Tcherniakov?

Werther [new production] with Elina Garanca, Jonas Kaufmann, dir. Richard Eyre?

I Puritani [new production, Apr] with Natalie Dessay, Juan Diego Florez, Mariusz Kwiecien, c. Michele Mariotti

La Fanciulla del West with Marcelo Alvarez

Die Frau ohne Schatten with Anne Schwanewilms* (Empress), Ildiko Komlosi (Nurse), Johan Reuter (Barak), c. Vladimir Jurowski

The Nose

La Rondine

Parsifal

Der Rosenkavalier with Mojca Erdman (Sophie)

La Sonnambula with Diana Damrau, Javier Camarena

2014-2015

Commissioned work by Osvaldo Golijov, libretto by Alberto Manguel, dir. Robert Lepage [subject matter relationship of science and religion]

Cavalleria Rusticana/Pagliacci [new production] with Marcelo Alvarez, c. Fabio Luisi

The Merry Widow [new production] with Renee Fleming, dir. Susan Stroman