(Who else has been in that league? Treigle? Kwiecien? Pape? No one
who’s sung it at the Met — as those three have not.)
Mattei is certainly a commanding figure, quite as tall as Erwin Schrott,
though not at all good looking, and with — Mattei again — a
large, handsome, easily produced sound that fills the Met and falls
caressingly on the ear. His serenade was indubitably the evening’s high
point, but the furious energy of the Champagne Aria was also a thrill. He can
be intimate and suave to four thousand seats — no mean feat, and a
major requirement for a successful Giovanni at the Met, but he does not
slight the demonic factor. If Giovanni is too charming, if we find ourselves
liking this creep, the moral message of the opera falls by the
wayside, but if Giovanni is nothing but a thug (as, for instance, Bryn Terfel
portrayed him — and also Ruggiero Raimondi in Joseph Losey’s
movie), then we find the behavior of all the other characters inexplicable.
Women (other than Anna, who hates him from first to last) should be charmed
by this rogue until they realize their consent, and that only once, is the
only thing that interests him. Some women are turned on by thugs — but
two thousand?
Mattei pays attention to the full character: In the scene on the staircase
at the evening’s opening, he was rather more obviously trying not
merely to rape the unconquered Donna Anna, but also to keep his face averted
so that she will not see it — an awkwardness in this production that
Scrott failed to make convincing, and in which Mattei was ably abetted by
Erin Wall. His occasional shock at seeing himself in the stage-height mirror
— director Marthe Keller’s way of luring him to a doom of his own
narcissism — indicated a self-doubt that Erwin Schrott never displayed
— Schrott was just happy to see his handsome face any chance he got.
Many moments that Schrott seemed to pass off casually — or use for
opportunities to display his body — were part of the opera again in
Mattei’s presentation.
This was a performance that left me wishing for more first-rate singers
around Giovanni. The ladies began well, but faded. Erin Wall, the Donna Anna,
a fine actress and a pretty woman with a secure soprano capable of expressing
anger without growing hard or unwieldy, was first rate in the opening scene
and “Or sai che l’onore,” and only ran into trouble in
“Non mi dir,” that treacherous pit for any soprano, where the
runs and twirls demanded more effort than, at that point in the evening, she
still had in her. Barbara Frittoli, as the madcap Donna Elvira, was rather
too sensuous all evening for this repressed, indignant figure (this may be
the director’s miscue), but she sang Act I beautifully, and the
crepuscular trio in Act II was poignant. Her “Mi tradi” was a
shock — not a note securely placed, pitch all over the place, whole
phrases haywire: an ugly business. Isabel Bayrakdarian, a puzzling singer,
seemed to twitter her way through Zerlina — during “La ci
darem” I thought she was singing triplets where Mozart had not written
any, but no, it was just an unusually wide and quick vibrato. This was okay
in “La ci darem,” but rather undercut the simple sincerity that
should mark her two arias sung to Masetto. Too — this is Keller’s
fault, not the singer’s — surely a peasant girl with a chance to
marry a nobleman will want to be alone with him in his
“casinetta” and not rip his clothes off in the street, behavior
that will surely render subsequent marriage unlikely. (Rational behavior is
not the average opera director’s strong point, is it?)
Barbara Frittoli as Donna Elvira and Peter Mattei as Don Giovanni [Photo by Ken Howard courtesy of The Metropolitan Opera]
Samuel Ramey perforce presented a Leporello who has been serving the
family for generations (he looks and sounds old enough to be Giovanni’s
grandfather), rather than the companion in lurid high jinks we have had in
this production from Ildebrando D’Arcangelo and RenÈ Pape. Leporello is
a buffo figure, whose music does not call for many sustained notes, so Ramey
got through it tidily enough — but the core of the voice being
irredeemably shot, every sustained note he did attempt was unpleasant to
hear. This was all the sadder in that an ideal Leporello sound, dark and
thrilling, was coming from Joshua Bloom, the young and spirited Masetto, who
should really be promoted to the other role as soon as may be. At least
Ramey’s appearance as Leporello left the Commendatore, a role he has
occasionally disgraced, to the competent Raymond Aceto.
Don Ottavio was sung by Pavol Breslik, a Slovakian tenor who had made his
New York debut the previous week. He is young and attractive, and his voice
too is attractive — but either it’s a size too small for the Met
or he has not yet got the hang of projecting it there. There was a nice sheen
to his tone, but an audible strain to his line all evening — he is not
a Met natural, as Messers Mattei and Bloom certainly are.
Known Mozartean quantity Louis LangrÈe conducted a swift-moving,
delicately flavored Don Giovanni, danceable when dancing was at
hand, dark when darkness fell in the score, and at all times careful to give
the singers room and pace. One wished he had a second-act cast worthy of his
efforts.
My sympathies for Mattei and LangrÈe were all the greater in that I, too,
was surrounded by idiots, hummers, snorers, moaners, whisperers, people
explaining the plot to their dates, laughing excessively at the titles, and
fiddling with their Blackberries.
John Yohalem
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