Manon at Lyric Opera of Chicago

In Prevost’s novel and in opera after opera (at least five
of them) she comes to a bad end after many colorful adventures. Parents can
safely bring their daughters, sure of a moral message; the daughters (and
sons) will enjoy Manon’s taste for enjoyment, as gaudily illustrated by
Massenet. It took two hundred years for someone to think up a way to end the
tale happily: in Anita Loos’s Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, and
the Broadway show and Hollywood movie based upon it, the dizzy heroine gets
the louche career, the diamonds she needs, the boy she loves and Paris.
Moral: Arkansas rears ’em sturdier than Artois.

Manon_Chicago_03.pngManon (Natalie Dessay) and Des Grieux (Jonas Kaufmann) have fallen in love. Act I, Manon. Photo by Robert Kusel/Lyric Opera of Chicago

Massenet’s Manon is irresistible to any diva possessing
charm, decent acting skills, some coloratura technique and a trim figure
zaftig Carmens we can endure, and charmless Isoldes, and
plump Mimis and Marguerites were already a clichÈ by 1910, but Manon has got
to seem adorably frail, likely to float away on the breeze if she is not
weighed down by sin and her Act III gown (any diva’s gaudiest). Natalie
Dessay, an actress, a charmer, a Frenchwoman, and a slender slip of a thing
was born to play it, and triumph with it.

I must put in a good word about the wigmaster’s work – though
I don’t know which of the three sponsoring companies’ wigmaster
is to be commended – in designing a long fall for the hoydenish Manon
we first meet in the inn at Amiens, an upswept coif for the elegant courtesan
of Act III, and then leaving her with close-cropped curlicues (to prevent
prison lice) for her pathetic death scene – visual cues for us, to
which Dessay plays with a detailed, complex impersonation of a clumsy
adolescent (not unlike her Fille du Regiment), a leman in love, a
lady of fashion and a pathetic, dying castaway. Similarly, she sang like a
lost girl in Act II, torn between her love, genuine if skin-deep, for Des
Grieux and her yearnings for the great world and its treasures, the laughter
she deliciously mimicked in her coloratura in the Cours-la-reine, the doom
she ultimately faced with something like a Parisian shrug. This is a superbly
detailed, perfectly thought out, ideally interpreted performance, one to be
held as a standard for any other Manon.

Jonas Kaufmann sings far too rarely in the States – his matinee-idol
looks, slim figure, ardent acting and caressing tenor are mainly familiar
from DVDs made in his home base, the Zurich opera, where he is renowned for
such weighty roles as Don JosÈ and Parsifal. In Chicago, he may have been
suffering from a cold (he had cancelled an appearance at a pre-season star
gala), but in any case I had the feeling he was not filling the admittedly
huge house until the demented outbursts of the last two scenes. His singing
was beautiful and seductive, but sometimes drowned by Emmanuel
Villaume’s orchestra – which never threatened Madame Dessay.

Christopher Feigum, whom I last saw as Lescaut in Puccini’s opera,
hardly had to change a thing but language to play the role in
Massenet’s. His sturdy, likable baritone and bullying attitude always
entertained. David Cangelosi neatly struck the difficult balance (missed on
the DVD from Barcelona) between the ridiculous and the nasty in Guillot de
Morfontaine: this is one of the most intricate of comprimario roles, its
layers insinuating themselves into every aspect of the story (Guillot is
wealth, old age, ugliness, vanity, and a sore loser into the bargain), and
Cangelosi made the most of them. The other small roles were trimly done,
giving the proper impression of a cruel, frivolous world that loves Manon
when she’s in clover and discards her without a tear when she’s
used up. The three actresses she admires in the opening scene clearly have
their priorities on straight: Manon may not have a deep heart, but she has
one; they don’t even pretend to.

It’s not a pretty story, let’s face it – it’s a
tawdry, “way of the world” story – and in McVicar’s
staging, the pretty costumes do not disguise the ugliness. (Or the lack of
costumes in the Hotel de Transylvanie, a casino where an awfully large number
of the guests, especially well-built young men, seem to have lost their
shirts.) McVicar’s unit set represents a decrepit bull ring, or perhaps
an operating theater – I don’t quite get the significance of
this, or of having his heartless chorus looking on at every scene, as if
Manon’s story amuses but bores them, a too-familiar sit-com. McVicar
has far too many people on stage, spying on all the most intimate scenes
except the very last – I’m not sure what is gained by having so
many people observing the intimacy of Act II, though there may be a clue in
its end, when Manon, uncertain what she really wants (as usual), has allowed
her lover to be kidnapped without warning him. As she gazes about in despair,
half a dozen ladies with fans approach her, applauding her
“performance.” (Beverly Sills, my first Manon, would throw
herself tragically on her bed – and Bretigny, her rich new lover, would
enter and dangle a sparkling necklace in the air to stop her crying –
as indeed it did.)

I had the advantage (or disadvantage) of having seen this production of
Manon, on the DVD from Barcelona, which also stars Madame Dessay.
The Chicago performance was undoubtedly better – small roles (such as
Guillot and the Comte des Grieux) were far better cast in Chicago, chorus and
ballet were just as elegantly absurd, I prefer to rest my eyes on Mr.
Kaufmann than the equally able Rolando Villazon, and several of the most
vulgar touches in the DVD were ameliorated by Chicago second thoughts (or
third thoughts – the production originated at ENO). The orgy at the
Hotel de Transylvanie gets out of hand on the DVD – or maybe the
cameramen were overexcited by it – and onstage defecation, a Barcelona
opera signature, does not feature in Chicago.

John Yohalem

image_description=Natalie Dessay as Manon [Photo by Dan Rest]
product_title=Jules Massenet: Manon
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