[Met Performance] CID:354682



Don Giovanni
Metropolitan Opera House, Wed, November 28, 2012
Broadcast

Debut : David Soar, Louisa Muller




Don Giovanni (532)
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart | Lorenzo Da Ponte
Don Giovanni
Ildar Abdrazakov

Donna Anna
Susanna Phillips

Donna Elvira
Emma Bell

Don Ottavio
Charles Castronovo

Leporello
Erwin Schrott

Zerlina
Ekaterina Siurina

Masetto
David Soar [Debut]

Commendatore
Raymond Aceto


Conductor
Edward Gardner


Production
Michael Grandage

Designer
Christopher Oram

Lighting Designer
Paule Constable

Choreographer
Ben Wright

Stage Director
Louisa Muller [Debut]





Don Giovanni received seven performances this season.
Broadcast live on Metropolitan Opera Radio Sirius XM channel 74
Streamed at metopera.org

FUNDING:
Revival a gift from The NPD Group, Inc.

Review 1:

Review of Marion Lignana Rosenberg in The Classical Review
A First-Rate Cast Triumphs in Met’s ‘Don Giovanni’

At some point in the mid-1800s, the legendary diva Pauline Viardot-Garcia obtained Mozart's autograph score of “Don Giovanni.” According to a recent history of opera, she commissioned a reliquary for it and invited visitors (including Tchaikovsky) to kneel in its presence.


For all the veneration it rightly inspires among musicians and audiences, “Don Giovanni” has had a checkered history on stage, proving as tricky to get "just right" as its leading man is slippery and ambiguous. When it bowed in 2011, Michael Grandage's Metropolitan Opera production was both fussy and vague. Midway through, for no discernible reason, Don Giovanni lost the use of a leg, prompting concern for the health of the singer portraying him and all manner of tortured histrionics. Last night the show returned to the house much improved, largely intact but streamlined by the stage director Louisa Miller, and with a worthy cast and conductor.


Charles Castronovo of Queens made a star turn of Don Ottavio. Donna Anna's fiancé is often portrayed as a drip, but the tall, dashing tenor looked marvelous, moved with aristocratic grace, and sang like a dream. His “Dalla sua pace” was a thing soulful and rapt, the reprise of the main melody couched in a velvety pianissimo, and he unfurled the long phrases in “Il mio tesoro” with panache and determination. The stuff of Castronovo's dark voice is not the last word in opulence, but like Juan Diego Flórez or the late Alfredo Kraus, he bewitches with suave, musicianly singing. If audiences are lucky, he will follow their example and build his career with care. (The casting gods clearly smile upon the Met when it comes to Don Ottavio, because last season Ramón Vargas also sang the role divinely.)


Castronovo might have stolen the show without a bold, charismatic Don Giovanni. In the event, the Met had a winning duo in Ildar Abdrazakov as the dissolute nobleman and Erwin Schrott as his servant Leporello. Similar in stature, both endowed with firm, ebony voices, they pulled off their characters' swapped identities credibly, and their marked physical resemblance made the abusive relationship of master to flunky all the more unsettling. Schrott's tendency to mug undermined his substantial strengths, including rare nimbleness on stage and an alert, intelligent way with words. He sang well and mimicked Abdrazakov's faintly Slavic, sagging vowels with flair when wooing Donna Elvira in the guise of Don Giovanni.


As for Abdrazakov it was hard to believe that someone who only months ago had so powerfully portrayed the austere Dosifei in Mussorgsky's “Khovanshchina” would be able to summon the oily, predatory charm needed for Mozart and Lorenzo Da Ponte's young cavaliere. But Abdrazakov did just that, a tribute to his talent and steady, admirable artistic growth. With gestures large and small Abdrazakov conveyed Don Giovanni's depravity. He sneered as he called Leporello a marrano. (The word, meaning "swine," was a term of derision used against Spanish Jews.) At his last debauched banquet, he lifted two girls at once, their tiny, delicate bodies indicating that they were among the "young beginners" in whom Don Giovanni took particular pleasure. He scaled down his voice beguilingly for “Deh, vieni alla finestra” and nailed the blistering patter of “Finch'han dal vino.” While not yet a great Don Giovanni, Abdrazakov is a very good one, more than holding his own in a strong company.


I have never heard a more involved and involving performance of the long accompanied recitative before “Or sai chi l'onore” than that given by Susanna Phillips Wednesday night. Many sopranos scramble through it to get to their big aria; Phillips understood that it is key to Donna Anna's “opera seria” gravity and sang it accordingly, with passion and imagination. With a bright, somewhat girlish sound and a fluent technique, Phillips needs only a touch more bite in her delivery of the text to command this great role. She had real chemistry with Castronovo's Don Ottavio and for once played Donna Anna as a woman violated and sincere in her quest for revenge.


Ekaterina Siurina was delectable in every way as Zerlina. She, too, sidestepped the modern clichés that make her character a conniving minx instead of a flawed but good-hearted country girl. Her voice only really bloomed in the highest reaches of the role, but she 'seemed genuinely torn in “La ci darem la mano” and brought sweetness and warmth to “Vedrai, carino.”


David Soar made an impressive Met debut as Masetto, his voice attractive and even in all registers and his enunciation excellent. Emma Bell as Donna Elvira sang best in the second act. Her voice seemed unsuited to the peaks and valleys of Donna Elvira's faux-antique music but took on a satiny, glamorous sheen in the seduction trio with Don Giovanni and Leporello. One unsteady phrase in the final scene aside, Raymond Aceto as the Commendatore sang well.


Edward Gardner's conducting, on the slow side, emphasized dramma over giocoso but also elucidated the many disquieting inner voices in Mozart's orchestrations. The stage bands under Jeffrey Goldberg played splendidly, the dancers executed Ben Wright's boisterous choreography beautifully, and the real and very spectacular flames in the final scene won an enthusiastic but startled ovation.


Christopher Dram's costumes in a rich but dusty palette and tall unit set are handsome. This “Don Giovanni” unfolds largely against the worn façade of a building, its strong verticals telling of social hierarchies, its cookie-cutter balconies suggesting both the numbing sameness of Don Giovanni's catalogued conquests and theatre boxes overlooking the space where the protean nobleman performs. In truth, it is not radically different from the Met's previous Don Giovanni production by Marthe Keller. But this revival keeps the audience's attention where it belongs, on the chaos unleashed by Don Giovanni and his pursuers, and reminds us again of the divine and inexhaustible richness of Mozart and Da Ponte's great opera.



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