While there is no official entry for Simon Boccanegra in Riccardo Muti’s discography, the same cannot be said of Nabucco; there are the EMI CDs with Renata Scotto and Matteo Manuguerra and the DVD from Milan with Ghena Dmitrova and Renato Bruson. This afternoon’s performance unfortunately could not count with glamorous forces as those. While listening to the studio recording, I see that in the outline his approach has not really changed. The score still sounds like Rossini’s Semiramide on steroids (an entirely legitimate concept) – but if in London this seemed dazzling and intense, today “loud, brassy and unsubtle” would be more like it. The Rome Opera has a long history with this work, but its orchestra sounded on the bureaucratic side this afternoon. But for the percussionists, who seemed ready to drown everybody else in their enthusiasm. Maybe everybody was tired and jet-lagged. Maybe these Japanese tours seem like easy cash in the context of an audience overindulgent both in showing appreciation and in readiness to pay VERY expensive tickets. To make things worse, almost every soloist sounded heavily overparted. If the chorus’s hearty singing was an oasis of animation against a monochrome of band-like sounds, this made singers’ lives even more difficult in the many concertati.
It seems that a prospect of a trip to Tokyo had an unhealthy effect in the prime donne from the Teatro dell’Opera, for Tatiana Serjan too turned out indisposed. Her replacement, Raffaella Angeletti, deserves a C+ for effort, but her limitation in volume and in projection (add a veiled tonal quality to that) makes Abigaille a no-go for her. In this role that requires a flashing personality, getting the notes sung seemed to be her single purpose. I would have to see her in a role within her powers to really say something about this singer. Sonia Ganassi’s Fenena had more purpose (at least, we could understand which words she was singing), but I have seen this role more expressively sung before. Antonio Poli is a tenor of unusual good taste and the voice is a pleasant in an almost Mozartian way, but Ismaele is not his role. I wouldn’t say that Nabucco is Luca Salsi’s role either – his baritone is a couple of sizes smaller than his part and the heavy demand makes him sound dry and emphatic. The fact alone that Dmitry Beloselskiy (Zaccaria) was the one singer on stage who could be easily heard today made everyone forgive a curdled tonal quality. One should also remember that he is the only soloist featured in both casts for this tour and it is even remarkable that he sounded better today than yesterday.
Jean-Paul Scarpitta’s production turns around empty aesthetics, extremely sketchy Personenregie (something like “Abigaille is the girl with the arms crossed; and Zaccaria is the guy with raised arms”) and someone must have forgotten to explain him that the meaning of “Un fulmine scoppia sul capo del Re. Nabucco, aterrito, sente strapparsi la corona da una forza sopranaturale” is not “nothing happens – action goes on as previously”. The percussionist evidently knew that.