[Met Performance] CID:134370



Boris Godunov
Metropolitan Opera House, Wed, December 30, 1942 Matinee



In Italian



Boris Godunov (96)
Modest Mussorgsky | Modest Mussorgsky
Boris Godunov
Ezio Pinza

Prince Shuisky
Alessio De Paolis

Pimen
Nicola Moscona

Grigory
René Maison

Marina
Kerstin Thorborg

Rangoni
Leonard Warren

Varlaam
Salvatore Baccaloni

Simpleton
John Garris

Nikitich
John Gurney

Shchelkalov
Mack Harrell

Innkeeper
Doris Doe

Missail
John Dudley

Officer
Osie Hawkins

Xenia
Marita Farell

Feodor
Irra Petina

Nurse
Anna Kaskas

Lavitsky
Lansing Hatfield

Chernikovsky
Lorenzo Alvary

Peasant
Maxine Stellman

Peasant
Helen Olheim

Peasant
Lodovico Oliviero

Peasant
Wilfred Engelman

Boyar in Attendance
Emery Darcy


Conductor
George Szell


Director
Lothar Wallerstein

Set Designer
Alexander Golovine

Set Designer
Alexander Benois

Costume Designer
Ivan Bilibine

Choreographer
Laurent Novikoff





Translation by M.Delines, E. Palermi, G. Pardo
Boris Godunov received six performances this season.
Benois designed only the Polish Scene.

Review 1:

Review of Virgil Thomson in the New York Herald Tribune

Unity, Variety and Emphasis

Moussorgsky's "Boris Godunov" was restored to repertory at the Metropolitan Opera House yesterday afternoon in a performance remarkable for the sumptuousness of its musical ensemble. It was full of fine singing by soloists and chorus from beginning to end, and the orchestral playing was both delicately balanced and richly colored. The commanding officer was George Szell. And what an admirable commander he is, full of fire and understanding and inspiring confidence! His musicians played beautifully for him; and the cast - a brilliant one, as you may read above - sang with fervor and moved about with style.

The most telling single piece of work was that of Mr. Baccaloni, who played one of the beggars. This great singing actor and comedian has not sung so nobly nor made his dramatic points so powerfully since his début two years ago in "Don Pasquale." Mr. Pinza's performance was a handsome one, too, in every way. And the singing of Mr. Moscona and of Mr. Warren was notable for its orotund beauty on an afternoon when everybody seemed to be in form. The choral work, too, though not so resonant as Russian music needs, was vigorous and clear and forthright; and the crowd movements were skillfully directed and interesting to watch.

All these excellences, and many more that there is neither time nor space to mention, were minor matters compared to the splendor with which Mr. Szell unrolled Pushkin's somber historical drama and Moussorgsky's rich musical score. The spectacle moved with grandeur, like a river. The music spoke with dignity and with animation. The characters lived, had feelings, sang words. That the words were Italian did not seem shocking at all, so great was the conviction behind them. That the play is a little disjointed, like most historical dramas, was hardly noticeable, so sweeping was the musical progress of it and so incisive the expression.

Few dramatico-musical works, of course, are that sweeping and incisive. "Boris Godunov" has more pageantry, more drama, more atmosphere and more psychological acuity than any other opera in the world, save about five. Moussorgsky had theatrical and musical imagination. No scene or character is unconvincing, no musical phrase banal. Every measure says something and says it clearly. And every scene says something different. The whole is unified by thematic devices, as well as by its spiritual integrity. But it is also immensely varied. There are women's choruses, men's choruses, mixed choruses, children, old men, peasants, royalty, drunks, beggars, policemen, priests, wives, senators, conspirators, courtesans, hostesses, Jesuits, Polish aristocrats and bodyguards. They all sing; everybody has a number or takes part in one. The occasions for diversified musical expression are unlimited.

Moussorgsky profited by them all, adjusting the depth of his expression to the significance of each passage in its relation to the whole. No chance is missed to enrich the story, but neither is any minor one overplayed. There is no hurry, no delay, no monotony, and no false emphasis. The progress from beginning to end is as majestic as the incidents of it are surprising and sumptuous. Yesterday's musical and dramatic reading revealed all that. It was worthy of a great opera and a great house.



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