Two Queens in Full Cry

Mariella Devia may not be the flavor-of-the-month in “au courant” operatic circles; she may not
be giving come-hither looks in the current round of air-brushed Rolex ads; nor may recording
companies be promoting her in hyper-drive as the next “diva du jour” (read: meal ticket).

Nevertheless, in La Scala’s new and highly effective “Maria Stuarda,” Signora Devia scored her
considerable artistic triumph the old-fashioned way, free of hype and extra-musical baggage, by
simply showing up and singing the living hell out of the titular queen, like any truly great star
surely should.

I first heard this wonderful artist. . .well, a number of years ago, and I remembered hers to be a
full, flexible, accomplished lyric voice with good thrust. Not a fussy, artsy interpreter, she made
fine effect with heartfelt, well-studied vocalizing, sound technique, and simplicity of gesture.
The good news is that, lo, these many years later, although time has darkened the instrument a
bit, this accomplished soprano is still singing superlatively well. And she still looks petite and
lovely, to boot.

Ms. Devia has all the requisite assets at her command to make a most persuasive case for our
heroine. She negotiates even the trickiest coloratura with skill and accuracy, and imbues it with
dramatic meaning. She scores every single time with spot-on, thrilling notes “in alt.” Indeed at
opera’s end, she sang what seemed like a “q” above high “z” sounding as fresh as at the start,
beginning the note at moderate volume and swelling to a full-bodied forte. Throughout, she
displayed masterful use of portamento, crafting arching lines which were often achingly
beautiful. And she called forth some steel in her tone and starch in her demeanor as needed to
drive the drama forward in her important confrontational declamations.

If this seasoned soprano seems to employ a few small “tricks” these days, like slightly veiling
soft high notes that are approached with a leap rather than a scale progression, and pacing her
volume here and there to conserve her full arsenal for the “money” sections, it is very minor
quibbling. Mariella Devia has all of the goods (and some to spare) to successfully take on this
demanding role and make a notable star turn out of it. The Milanese public rewarded her with a
deafening appreciation at final curtain.

Mariella Devia, Anna Caterina Antonacci, Francesco Meli, Carlo Cigni (Act I)

Happily, we were just as lucky with our other queen, in the guise of Anna Caterina Antonacci’s
“Elisabetta.” The tall, lanky, and beautiful Ms. Antonacci was every bit her rival’s equal,
proving to be a perfect foil physically and musically. For ACA has a rangy, disciplined, highly
individual, and powerful voice, with a fair measure of metal — and a big measure of mettle —
driven by technical mastery. This “seconda donna” also scored big with the vociferously
appreciative crowd for her imposing glamorous star presence as much as for an imperious
outpouring of focused sound.

The program book referred to a past successful (1971) Scala production of “Maria Stuarda” with
the established stars Shirley Verrett and Montserrat Cabelle. It couldn’t help but provoke my
comparing “what was” to “what is” and I have to say that Mesdames Devia and Antonacci
seemed to more than hold their own up against such a previous fabled pairing. Blessed is the
house that can find two complementary divas of such stature, not once, but now twice in its
recent history. Bravi.

The scheduled tenor Francesco Meli was indisposed, so “Leicester” was capably assumed by
Dario Schmunck. Mr. Schmunck is currently singing such things as “Elvino,” “Alfredo, “ and
“Leicester” around European houses, and was already scheduled for it at La Scala later in the run.
He is possessed of a perfectly pleasant lyric voice which he uses intelligently.

In a major house as this, I thought he would be, say, a perfect “Cassio,” but “Leicester” is
decidedly a much bigger “sing,” calling for leading man star quality and panache that he does not
yet quite fully possess.

His first aria was greeted with a derogatory comment (shouted by one of the claquers?), and he
certainly did not deserve that. His enjoyable performance does still seem a work in progress, and
while unfailingly pleasant and well-sung, Schmunck was not quite on a level of fire power with
our two queens, from whom he notably took considerable inspiration in each of the separate

Piero Terranova’s “Cecil” began somewhat tentatively. Indeed in Act One, his important solo
rants were curiously weak-voiced and covered by the orchestra. Thankfully, he progressively
found his stride, and by Act Three he was offering compelling, full-throated singing. “Cecil”
may be a comparatively small role, but he fuels so much of the conflict that it was welcome for
Terranova to come to the party in due course.

Carlo Cigni brought beauty and amplitude of tone, fine vocal presence, and sincere acting to
“Talbot.” In the minor role of “Anna,” Paola Gardina displayed an uncommonly beautiful voice,
one not usually lavished on such a small part. I look forward to encountering both Cigni and
Gardina in future performances and larger assignments. The exemplary choral work was
prepared by Bruno Casoni.

Musical values were of a very high standard. Maestro Antonio Fogliani led the excellent resident
orchestra in a taut, largely unsentimental reading, that still allowed for breadth of utterance as
well as touching, highly introspective musings such as in the famous Act III prayer. Especially in
the sextet and the larger choral moments, Fogliani commanded admirably clean control of his
assembled forces to exciting musical effect.

The venerable Pier Luigi Pizzi did his usual triple duty as set designer, costume designer, and
director. The costumes were sumptuous, character-specific, evocative if not slavishly
“period-correct,” and meaningful. His Elizabeth-as-Fashionista “take” worked well, and
Antonacci seemed to revel in her spiffy duds. Mary’s silvery-black frock may have had the
required austerity but it was elegantly handsome; and topping all else in the show, her spectacular
red dress for the final prayer and execution (forgive me) was to die for.

The handsome, functional set was framed within a sort of “box” of industrial scaffolding that
suggested a prison. Centered within it were gradated stepped platforms, shaped rather like an
Incan pyramid, the top level of which was joined to perimeter walkways by three symmetrical
ramps. By using different lighting washes on the cyclorama, many evocative silhouettes could be
created. However, Mr. Pizzi’s floor plan did tend to restrict traffic patterns to a certain sameness
of movement for the larger scenes.

Pizzi created a truly brilliant effect for the garden, in which we first encounter Queen Mary. The
“pyramid” having been surreptitiously retracted, a full grove of life-like trees rises from
underneath the stage like a veritable “dawn” of greenery, including an astro-turfed “bank” on
which Mary can luxuriate and stroll. Other than this beautifully calculated forest, the overall unit
setting was not intended to communicate a literal sense of time or place, but it was very pleasing
to look at and functional.

Maria_Stuarda_LaScala_Anton.pngAnna Caterina Antonacci (Elisabetta)

The prison metaphor not only worked for the obvious enclosure of Mary, but suggested that
“Elisabetta” was perhaps in her own “prison,” being constrained by the royal behavior and
sometimes unpleasant duties expected of rulers. Part of the design concept was creating a sort of
“living sculpture,” peopling this setting with omnipresent guards who prowled the structure
brandishing torches. This leather clad, eye candy ensemble of strapping young men may not
have added all that much, but neither did it unduly distract.

The high accomplishments of Pizzi the designer were not quite matched by Pizzi the director. I
am grateful indeed that there was no bizarre “concept” imposed, that the groupings and stage
placement were always serviceable and the movement cleanly competent, all of which told the
story and allowed the artists to sing their best. And, yes, that famously bitchy duet scene between
the two queens certainly made its full mark, and there were some lovely personalized touches

Still, I had the feeling that there was more to be mined dramatically out of two such wonderful
sopranos, especially the always creative Ms. Antonacci, whose “Elisabetta” seemed to settle for
two-dimensions when my experience with her in past performances has shown she is fully
capable of three (or more).

The one concession to modest “innovation” was that during the opening bars of the first scene, a
pantomime was created in which our heroine is given communion by “Talbot,” effectively
establishing her faith-based credentials and defining her predicament. (Although, since she later
unceremoniously and rousingly calls her cousin a “vile bastard,” I was thinking: “And you take
communion with that mouth, Miss Mary?”)

It has been said that acting is really listening. . .and re-acting. And here I think lay a (fixable)
minor shortcoming of the production. Characters aren’t consistently listening to each other. And
reacting. The above mentioned epithet may be the most glaring (but not only) example, for after
“Maria” hurled “Vil bastarda!” at “Elisabetta,” there was scant-to-no-reaction, with “Anna”
actually just remaining complacently seated. I mean, the take-no-prisoners Queen has just been
insulted (all right, all right, she has taken one or there would be no story)! I would hope that
some minor tweaking and enhanced character interplay could be instilled that could make an
already fine evening even finer.

In past years, much ink has been spilled and hands wrung about the state of the art at La Scala.
At least based on this visit, its reputation as one of the world’s leading opera houses has
emphatically been sustained. A tour of their adjacent museum was revelatory as to how this lofty
regard came to be established in the first place, since it contains numerous terrific portraits,
photos, mementos, props, scores, letters, and instruments touched by many (perhaps most) of the
greatest composers and interpreters of the last 200 years of operatic history, all of whom gifted
their musical talents to La Scala.

Scene from Act II

It is also telling that, currently on view, there is a special display of costumes worn by Maria
Callas for all the roles she performed at the house. This remembrance of the thirtieth anniversary
of her death offered a reminder, should any be needed, that we would not perhaps be hearing
“Maria Stuarda” and a good deal of the bel canto repertoire in wide performance today were it
not for La Divina’s blinding talent and trail-blazing musical advocacy.

Maria may be gone but it seems La Scala can still summon up greatness, as Mariella Devia and
company aptly demonstrated. The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen.

James Sohre

image_description=Mariella Devia as Maria Stuarda (Photo by Marco Brescia courtesy of Teatro alla Scala)
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All photos by Marco Brescia courtesy of Teatro alla Scala