Uncounted stagings have faltered either because they were too conventional — a.k.a. boring — or so desperately wannabe avant garde that they clashed with the original story; a dissolute rake meets his just fate, death and damnation after a life of debauchery, coupled with murder.
We had a major redo Monday but presented through the refreshing prism of director Claus Guth and the result was as if a moth-eaten carpet was taken out.A constantly changing diorama mounted on a rotating stage with props added or disappearing out of sight of the audience.Some of the unusual objects seen on stage Monday: a full-size car driving through the woods that serves as the venue for a tete-a-tete between the Don and one of his paramours; a rural bus stop, with the same function.
Italian nobleman of the classic opera and his manservant were turned here into two hipsters, into beer and recreational drugs and replete with all the gestures that transmit coolness. Strangely, the libretto fits these dudes despite its age.
Christopher Maltmann was a fabulous Don Giovanni in voice and dramatic expression, upstaged only slightly by Erwin Schrott as the servant Leporello. But they were best together: Leporello, the bass, the straight-man to the Don.
Don's objects of desire added to the musical delights. The mature timbre of Dorothea Roeschmann as Donna Elivra; the fresh sound of Aleksandra Kurzak as Donna Anna, and the bubbly enthusiasm of Anna Prohaska as Zerlina.
Don Ottavio covered for a sick Joseph Kaiser with admirable constancy and growing vocal confidence. And in the pit, Yannick Nezet-Seguin conducted a supreme ensemble that shifted effortlessly from the tight unit underpinning the soloists on stage to the poignant solo woodwind or harp that heralded the start of one of the singer's.
The mood turns sinister even before Donna Anna's father, murdered by the Don, turns up in the gloom to start digging his killer's grave.Then, within minutes, the death cry of a reprobate who chooses the grave instead of redemption.
