Don Giovanni - Royal Opera House, 11 June 2007 (First Night)
Tonight I did something I haven't had the energy to do for a long time. But the opportunity came up and I thought I'd give it a go - after all lots of people do it regularly and come to no harm. I stood up for an entire 3 1/2 hour opera!
My place was right at the back of the amphitheatre, the top level of the Royal Opera House, and so I was about half a mile from the stage, or it seemed that way. I'd brought proper binoculars to make sense of the doll sized figures below, but even they weren't quite up to the task - really, only astronomical instruments would have cut it.
Anyway, it didn't matter too much, because this evening was all about superb music. Starting with the titular Don, played by Erwin Schrott. As if his physical perfection weren't enough, his black velvet voice exquisitely embodied the seductive charisma of the serial seducer. The gratuitious shirtlessness of the second act was a cheap but effective trick that just nudges his rating up to #1 on my crushometer.
Covering at short notice for an indisposed Anna Netrebko, Marina Poplavskaya as Donna Anna was, Schrott aside, the star of the evening. She has poise, presence, a crystal pure tone and solid projection. Her voice paled a little in its upper reaches, but she stunned otherwise. If the dark roots in her blonde hair were just an unhappy consequence of the short notice of Netrebko's sick note, they coincidentally underlined the determination and backbone beneath the sweetly feminine exterior of her Donna Anna.
In the relatively thankless role of Don Ottavio, Michael Schade rightly drew some of the biggest applause of the evening for his two arias, though he did seem to be holding his fire in between. Kyle Ketelsen's Leporello was inevitably overshadowed by Erwin Schrott, but with his superb comic timing he was the perfect foil, neatly bringing out their symbiotic relationship. Matthew Rose brought a big solid voice and a credible lumpkin dimness to his Masetto.
Although the orchestra parted company with the singers somewhat during a few of the trickier arias, it wasn't hugely noticeable, and Ivor Bolton motored them on with terrific verve, keeping enough in reserve for a final exhilirating burst of power in Don Giovanni's death scene.
Although I've seen this production before, a few years back, the design still left plenty of questions unanswered. Why did half the action take place in a giant urinal with a life size Madonna pinioned halfway up the wall? Why did Don Giovanni's dinner (and the Commendatore) appear from a Japanese hot tub? Where did the giant burning wicker man appear from and why? In a musically less accomplished performance, these details might matter more, but it was easy to ignore them. The overall design was easy on the eye, the colours made sense even if the objects didn't, and by lighting the production well and keeping most of the action centre front (simple but crucial details overlooked in the ROH's current Fidelio), most of the audience could see most of the performance.
And there were a few idiosyncrasies which really did work - Donna Elvira's wedding dress in her final showdown with was a great touch. And best of all - the final glimpse of a smirking and unclothed Don Giovanni in hell, laydee in his arms.

Ivor Bolton, Erwin Schrott, Kyle Ketelsen, Ana Maria Martinez

Michael Schade, Marina Poplavskaya

Sarah Fox, Matthew Rose

Marina Popslavskaya, Erwin Schrott