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See Harvey O'Brien's background of the opera and review of Opera
Ireland's production |
For
nearly two decades Nicholas McGegan has conducted San Francisco's Philharmonia Baroque Orchestra where he developed
an international reputation as a champion of "authentic" performance of Baroque
music. On the other hand he says, "Authenticity doesn't mean anything. An authentic
performance is one that moves you." San Francisco Opera finally has engaged this
major talent from their own back yard and his debut with the company's current revival of
its 1982 production of Handel's grand Giulio Cesare is nothing less than a
triumph for all concerned. It is a performance that is indeed moving in the sheer
brilliance of its musical artistry.
Giulio Cesare has three roles originally written for castrati;
in the absence of castrati, these parts, in modern times up until just a while ago, were
sung by women. But recent years have seen a blossoming of talented countertenors and SFO's
production casts all three to splendid effect. David Daniels as Caesar was somewhat
tentative in the first act, but still astounds with his vocal dexterity in some of the
most elaborately ornamented vocal music in the repertory. By the second act Se in
fiorito ("The bird that hides in the flowering meadow sings the sweetest
song...") Daniels was in excellent form, not only vocally but also in his strong
acting and confident stage presence.
The real surprise here, however, was the Tolomeo of Bejun Mehta in his
first SFO appearance. Debuting at major companies everywhere, Mehta is a star on a rapid
rise. He has a powerful and brilliantly clear countertenor instrument and is, as well, a
strong actor, capturing the evil King of Egypt with verve and a sly twinkle, too.
In the midst of such quality singing, soprano Ruth Ann Swenson's
Cleopatra soars into its own stratosphere. Over a long evening (nearly four hours) her
purity of tone, accuracy of pitch, and perfection of phrasing never once flagged. Where
other sopranos would be stretching and straining to meet the extraordinarily difficult
challenges of this music, Swenson sailed through seemingly effortlessly, securely, and
with unmatched musicality.
Felicity Palmer, as Cornelia, sees the severed head of her husband
early on and thus is required mostly to grieve and pine ("Bereft of every comfort, I
hope for death in vain..."). Her arias were effectively delivered, significantly
enhanced by her strong acting. Ruxandra Donose, memorable at SFO as Nicklausse and Poppea,
made a dashing figure in the pants role of Sesto, who is as locked into revenge as
Cornelia is into grief ("Awake my fury and wreak bitter vengeance on the
tyrant.") Their duet was yet another of the exquisite moments of music-making in an
evening rich in such pleasures.
The production, owned by the Metropolitan Opera, uses flats and scrims
painted to look like stone blocks representing the monumental palace. These are then
supplemented with a variety of obelisks, sphinxes, platforms, doorways, plumed fans,
sunbursts, candelabra, lances, eagles, and cushions for various scene changes. It's in the
spirit of an artificial, fantasy entertainment of the 18th century, rather than an attempt
at realistic or historical accuracy of any sort. (The sphinxes are female, for
example--never seen in Egypt, but an element of neoclassic design.) Similarly the lavish
costuming draws on many periods; it's like a fancy dress ball, eye-candy for a drama that
has little actual onstage action, but is more a series of set pieces.
Giulio Cesare is a masterpiece of Handel's beautiful and
ever-inventive music, created to showcase brilliantly accomplished voices. Surely, he
would have been pleased last night.
San Francisco, June 22, 2002 - Arthur Lazere