Sometimes, an opera performance in some of the leading opera houses in the world might leave the impression of another day of work for all involved. Although the audience is supposed to be served the very best, it can often be the world’s very best at its most bureaucratic. That makes one wonder how essential “perfection” is. For instance, the Amazonas Opera Festival, which takes place every year in Manaus’s 1896 opera house Teatro Amazonas, is everything but world-class. It is something of a collective effort, on a limited budget, in which all involved make a point of giving their very best, even with forces less than ideal, to an audience that is not truly discerning.
This year’s is the Festival’s 20th edition, and the idea was to commemorate its most successful and ambitious venture, a staging of Wagner’s Ring back in 2005. In order to do that, a new production of Wagner’s Tannhäuser has been concocted.
As much as in the 2005, the master mind behind this project is conductor Luiz Fernando Malheiro, who has the alchemist touch in making something of very little. Even if one cannot overlook the fact that a great deal of his duties is to be the traffic cop, the clarity of his concept, his understanding of Wagnerian style and his enthusiasm make the experience far more inspiring than it could have been. His approach to Wagner is more Böhmian than Furtwänglerian in its structural focus and forward movement. Most of all, he has the right instincts in what regards balance. The Amazonas Filarmônica cannot dream of competing with the Staatskapelle Dresden, and yet the interplay between soloists and chorus and the sense that the orchestra would share the Hauptstimme duties with the singers made this evening surprisingly acceptable in musical terms. Sometimes, as in the act II entrance of the guests, one could feel that the conductor’s disciplinarian hand was pressing things a bit too hard. And yet sometimes he was giving his soloists more leeway that they actually needed (as during Elisabeth’s act III prayer, but, in the whole, this was very honest music-making and, above all, quite exciting in the way one could feel how important it was to these artists to be there singing and playing this Wagner opera this evening. At any rate, the orchestral playing was above the standard of what I’ve heard in performances in Wagner performances in the Theatro Municipal both in Rio and São Paulo, especially the string section.
Director Caetano Pimentel is a newcomer to this repertoire. It has been only one year since he was appointed resident stage director of the Teatro São Pedro in São Paulo. Therefore, he has understandably opted for playing safe: a traditional staging for an audience unfamiliar with this work, an unpretentious stage concept and the clear intent of allowing his singers to operate in their comfort zones. Giorgia Massetani’s elegant, cleanly built sceneries were a key element in a production that relied very little in the acting abilities of this cast. I am not so convinced of the effectiveness of Laura Françozo’s costumes. The modest Elisabeth’s gown was too low cut and the high-waist riding coat looked anachronistic. The fact that she kept it in act III while Wolfram wasn’t even allowed shoes actually made no sense. I am not also quite taken by Tindaro Silvano’s graphic/athletic choreography for the bacchanale (this was the Dresden version with the Paris version prelude and ballet).
Probably because of limited budget, the Festival could not gather an international cast for this run of performances, a fact that brought about this evening’s main liability: these singers’ evident lack of familiarity with Goethe’s language. In the whole cast, only the Walther (Juremir Vieira) sounded idiomatic. Both women seemed to have learned their roles phonetically, the baritone and the bass clearly understood their lines but were still accented and tended to stress the wrong syllables.
The only non-Brazilian singer in the cast, Mexican tenor Luis Chapa in the title role was a step further in nonsensical pronunciation and lack of acquaintance with Wagnerian style. Although his voice is a couple of sizes lighter than the role, he could by way of distorting his singing line (beefing up the middle register and alarmingly opening his high notes) make it happen, intonation being the collateral victim. His emotional and overblown phrasing made it dangerously close to the Latino version of what one hears in that video from Munich in which René Kollo is a 100 years old. In Mr. Chapa’s defense, one must acknowledge his amazing stamina and the fact that he made a point of singing every little note even in the most complex ensembles where most tenors just cheat. In any case, he seemed to be having great fun. And that’s a first for me in what regards this particular role.
Daniella Carvalho’s soprano too is not truly the voice for the part of Elisabeth. She cultivates the art of mezza voce and did beautiful effects with it, but when she had to sing really out, the effect was raspish and hooty. Her approach too was rather externalized, and Allmächt’ge Jungfrau lacked Innigkeit and poise. Andreia Souza’s Venus first caused a very positive impression with her tightly focused Yvonne Minton-like mezzo, but she would get a bit tired by the end of her scene and the sound could then sound edgy. Baritone Homero Velho was fighting vocal problems during the whole evening, but could somehow sing a decent O du mein holder Abendstern. Anderson Barbosa did a terrific job in the role of the Landgraf, singing with the richness and roundness of a Franz Crass. He only needs to work on his German to have a truly important career. I had never see a countertenor shepherd before, but Bruno de Sá’s confident singing of the part makes a strong case for it. The chorus sang a bit too heartily and homogeneity was not its stronger quality. Nevertheless, the sopranos deserve praise for their clean high notes.
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Thanks very much. Enjoyed reading this.
Thanks, Jerry!
Berlin, Bayreuth, London, Rome, and Tokyo – and now, finally for I Hear Voices’ scribe, Tannhauser in Manaus, begging the question whether the rest of us should head for the rainforest the next time Teatro Amazonas mounts Wagner in the jungle.
If your image of these Amazon hinterlands is a theater warning of malaria right before curtain and protests where Communists demand the president’s ouster, you’ll fault our scribe for omitting these actual Saturday pre-performance and Sunday morning details to spend more time chiding Luis Chapa, Tannhauser’s Mexican tenor schooled in Italian verismo singing German for Brazil’s Portuguese speakers, about his “nonsensical pronunciation.” To journey to Manaus for Wagner is to embrace nonsensical pronunciation in its entirety – feasting on an afternoon filet of Tucunare fresh from the Rio Solimoes, chased by jambu-tinged cachaca, just ahead of Chapa’s trip to Venusberg. I’ll confirm firsthand that our scribe recommended a tooth-rattling shot of that potent jambu infusion, which plenty pushed me through my night at Teatro Amazonas, without partaking him/herself that the mind might be clearer to spot the largely Brazilian cast’s “evident lack of familiarity with Goethe’s language.”
“Make mine a double” – Tannhauser Luis Chapa tossed off so much last-act, jungle-laced, jambu-infused abandon that he singlehandedly willed the Manaus crowd’s embrace. Above the equator Chapa is a fledgling, type-cast Verdi/Puccini tenor readying for his March shot as the Met’s Pinkerton (his house debut), probably wondering when another Tannhauser might ever come his way. So in Saturday’s end-of-run performance, Chapa tore through Wartburg valley the rip-roaring way he wanted – like he’d just heard Napoleon turned the tide at Marengo. There’s real debate between our scribe and myself whether the violent, audible “zschwick!” when Chapa rended his tunic was velcro that zips right back or the tenor’s “don’t need this dress no more!” final-night conviction.
Chapa’s favorite collaborator was the sign-language guy, in the most amusing, improbable simultaneous translation since Barack Obama’s eulogy at Nelson Mandela’s memorial – http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/video/schizophrenic-sign-language-interpreter-obama-risk-21205186 This helper for the hard of hearing, inexplicably redundant on a monitor just above the supertitles, descended into, or even aspired to, a remarkable artistic mimicry where Chapa’s hand might twist and rise in fury followed by the same, exaggerated upward swirl on the flat-screen – less sign-language interpretation, more enhancement of stage mannerisms (and the tenor offered plenty). Hands up, arms out, grasped heart – the lag between onstage vocal and onscreen visual gestures grew so short and similar that, in the end, no one was sure which artist was stealing from the other.
What emerges from Manaus is my most intimate, puzzling, and engaging night at the opera this season. Even our scribe tells us, “In Mr. Chapa’s defense, one must acknowledge his amazing stamina and the fact that he made a point of singing every little note even in the most complex ensembles where most tenors just cheat. In any case, he seemed to be having great fun. And that’s a first for me in what regards this particular role.” Still wondering whether to scout out rainforest Wagner? You’ve twice got your answer.
Just off your August at Bayreuth, a few tips, if I might, on May in Manaus. C’mon, there’s really no malaria – that fear-mongering prefatory announcement was a pitch for the state government’s web portal, which includes rare outbreak warnings among its informational services, programing at Teatro Amazonas included. And Sunday morning’s score of rebel Communists, red flags lazily waving like a lethargic jungle Les Miz, is an outlier among Brazil’s myriad political factions. Wagner parking might be plentiful just beyond the Green Hill, but Teatro Amazonas stacks Brazil’s similarly pervasive Volkswagens into a small surrounding driveway, trapping folks bumper-to-bumper for the duration like a twi-night doubleheader at Briggs Stadium. If Manaus is the only place where I’ve gotten mosquito warnings before the curtain rises on far-flung Venusberg, it’s also the first time I’ve heard “Will the owner of the vehicle with license plate …” announced prior to second-act Wartburg Castle back in town. Slammed bolts keep you locked in at Bayreuth, while the cramped lot stops Manaus flight.
You won’t find Bavarian pretzels at intermission, but there’s a woman on the plaza with a stocked popcorn cart. Amazonian pipoca and Wagnerian pipoca – I guess I’m part of both crowds now.
Hahahaha! Andy, you’re an artist whose abandon Luís Chapa can only envy!
After 3 years, finally got around to hearing this. Enjoyed it,
Wow, Jerold! You’ve been quite the detective! I have a good memory of that Tannhäuser because the whole experience was extraordinary, including the next day when we got to sail on the Amazon and see the pink river dolphins. And don’t get me started about the food – it is really worth the trip! Thanks again!
PS – Now that I think about it, Tannhäuser is the Wagner opera I have seen more often in Brazil – the first time in São Paulo ages ago with Helena Doese and Albert Dohmen, then in Rio with Cheryl Studer (Paulo Szot had a small role in it) and that one in Manaus.
You’ve got quite a memory! Strange that you saw Tannhäuser in your homeland 3 times — it really is not performed that often (it didn’t enter the rep at Bayreuth until 1891). It is not one of my favorites but I do enjoy listening to the few broadcasts that come around of it. Vividly remember the 1st time I saw it live in 1966 at SFO with Jess Thomas, Janis Martin (Venus) & Crespin (Elisabeth) — the only reason I remember it so well is (1) it was the 1st time I saw Crespin onstage; (2) she was dressed up like a nun with something designed like Kölner Dom plopped on top of her head; and (3) it was the sheer volume of Crespin’s voice live with no amplification that struck me down – I had never heard a female voice of that magnitude. Went to Bayreuth in 1971 Tannhäuser wasn’t performed that year, only the Ring, Meistersinger, Parsifal & Lohengrin. Never went back to Bayreuth (although I was born & lived the 1st 16 years of my life in Central Arizona, I make every effort to avoid summer hear with no air-conditioning). When I moved to New York Tannhäuser wasn’t often performed either until 1977 when Leonie Rysanek did it. Never cared for her voice, technique nor her characteristically inward acting style, but in the last act Rysanek’s prayer succeeded more than anyone else. Went back to see it a few more times – Kubiak’s Elisabeth: somewhat miscast – she sang it without magnetism but very open & outgoing, like she was at a country fair — that isn’t what Elisabeth is about, however that night Dunja Vejzović sang Venus & I remember liking her so much that later on I flew down to Houston to see her as Kundry. At that time in the Met’s production of Tannhäuser, the Wartburg set was visually uninspired with flat lighting, unlike the preceding dreamy Act 2 Sc. 1 Venusburg set, so it was always somewhat of a chore to sit through a Tannhäuser at the Met. In the 1980’s only Zylis-Gara seemed naturally inspired enough to get Elisabeth — Eva Marton and Johanna Meier lacked that extra dimension the role seems to require. Trojanos was wonderful as Venus in the Paris version at the Met, such an elegant singer.
– Interesting to me is how much 18th century composers, in preparation for their world premieres, re-worked their compositions during rehearsals to comply with the technnical & interpretive abilities of their singers. Marie Sasse, the Belgian singer who was the first Elisabeth in Tannhäuser (Paris version) was also the first Elisabeth in Verdi’s original Don Carlos as well as the first Sélika in Meyerbeer’s L’Africaine. Meyerbeer and Wagner both personally chose her to sing those roles; Verdi was annoyed because she was not a favorite of his, the administration made the decision. All 3 made alterations to the score to conform to her abilities & all 3 of those roles are rather low for a soprano & lack vocal as well as dramatic bravura, yet all 3 have an inner intuitive magnetism that when I think of any of those 3 operas, those 3 roles come first to mind.
There is something between Tannhäuser and me, I guess. I’ve seen it 3 times in Bayreuth, 3 at the Deutsche Oper… and also in Rome, London, Zurich and Tokyo – and the concert with Janowski. I really like the Venusberg scene in the Paris edition, the whole scene when Elisabeth defends Tannhäuser in the end of act 2 (actually, it was that scene that converted me to Wagner many and many years ago) and most of act 3. Wow, Crespin as Venus is something I always wanted to hear. I don’t know any recording with her in that role – and I find it perfect for her voice. You are not the first person to tell me about the physical presence of Crespin’s voice. A friend saw the Karajan Walküre at the Met – and he was astonished as how voluminous Crepin’s voice was compared to Nilsson’s. I see you saw Troyanos’s Venus – I know that from the Met broadcast, and I find the inbuilt sexiness of tone perfect for that role. She was never boring, Troyanos!
Elisabeth is a tricky part – one Crespin didn’t want to sing for Karajan (she called it a pageant). I often read people mentioning it as an “easy” part (compared to Abigaille, Aida etc). I find it the opposite of easy – you can’t get away with technical imperfection, ugliness of tone and lack of polish. It is almost Mozartian in its demand of perfection. No wonder it was Gundula Janowitz’s best Verdi role.