Der Rosenkavalier at Glyndebourne Festival
19 May 2014, Lewes, UK
Lars Woldt as Baron Ochs and Kate Royal as the Marschallin at Glyndebourne(Photo: Bill Gooper)
Review by George Hall
Just 10 days following the death of Sir George Christie at the age of 79, the 2014 Glyndebourne Festival got underway with a new production of an opera he particularly loved – as we learned from Gus Christie, who paid moving tribute to his father and predecessor as the Festival’s chairman in a speech preceding the opening performance.
Strauss’s large-scale comedy fits perfectly into the rebuilt opera house that Sir George created: with the London Philharmonic Orchestra on excellent form in the pit, Glyndebourne’s new music director, Robin Ticciati, lavished loving care and attention on a score that sums up the essential appeal of late Romanticism in one emotionally cathartic experience. Orchestrally, this was a Rosenkavalier to savour.
There were choice elements in the cast, too. Kate Royal looked glamorous as the Marschallin, even carrying off with aplomb an opening scene in which she appeared, initially, to be naked. Vocally, there were moments, in the role’s more expansive phrases, when the voice didn’t quite open up fully – though Royal’s immaculate acting and attention to text brought her real and significant success.
As the innocent Sophie, Teodora Gheorghiu offered a vocally pristine, convincingly acted account of her ingénue role. Her rich mezzo slightly larger than the voices of her soprano colleagues, Irish mezzo Tara Erraught appeared as Octavian, the young man in the middle. Some artists – Felicity Lott and Sarah Connolly instantly spring to mind – have possessed the gift of suggesting the maleness of this character in their physical gestures; but while Erraught sang the role to a high level, realising this inherent masculinity eluded her. Michael Kraus was unusually bold and forthright as her father, Faninal. Making a definite splash was the Baron Ochs of German baritone Lars Woldt – a grand and commendably three-dimensional view of a role too often merely parodied.
The visuals, in terms of Paul Steinberg’s complex sets, Nicky Gillibrand’s extravagant costumes and Mimi Jordan Sherin’s intricate lighting, were fascinating, a blend of different periods and styles that nevertheless cohered into something unique and constantly extraordinary. Within them, Richard Jones’ production offered a depth of insight matched by a quirky, off-centre view of the piece that made one look at it with fresh eyes. Smaller roles as well as large ones benefited from this originality of approach: Gwynne Howell’s solid Notary, Andrej Dunaev’s handsomely sung Italian Tenor and Miranda Keys’ Marianne Leitmetzerin all made significant marks. I suspect the staging itself has the makings of a Glyndebourne classic.
Der Rosenkavalier runs at Glyndebourne Festival until 3 July