Covent Garden Odeon was a surprisingly pleasant venue for screening the new film of Glyndebourne's Nikolaus Lehnhoff Tristan und Isolde -- clean, comfortable seats, bags of legroom, functional aircon -- none of which you could claim for any opera house here. And it even started on time.
There are no concessions to the seventh art in this film. They've simply pointed a camera at the stage and let it roll, alternating close-ups with longer shots. The cast even sport their heavy checkit-from-row-Z make up, but thanks to harsh stage lighting, it highlights every wrinkle and blemish. And because these singers have been picked for their musical abilities rather than their closeup potential, it's rather cruel. Perhaps it'll be less obvious on DVD.
The single set, a sort of tiered glossy whorl that's probably supposed to be the spiral of existence or whatevs actually reminded me of the opening James Bond credits instead.
With minimal camerawork and minimal cast movement, this could make for an immensely dull screen experience. A pared-down production that seems to capture a meditative essence in live performance can translate into torpor when you stick a camera in front of it.
However the facially expressive cast are compensation, as are the exquisite and highly detailed costumes, wimpletastic medieval styles updated in matte sequins and shorn bunnyfur.
Vocally and dramatically there are no weak links in this cast, but only René Pape (Marke) was truly exceptional, bringing a dignity and humanity to his role. Nina Stemme (Isolde) was always fascinating to watch, but it's not the most beautiful of voices. Robert Gambill (Tristan) came into his own with a gripping mad scene in Act 3, all the more haunting for its restraint, but lacked credibility earlier in a silly evening gown and Tommy Cooper wig.
Jiří Bělohlávek's deliberate pacing was I thought overdone in Act I, but there was a grace and gravity to the later parts. His dynamics seemed rather unshaded, but then the sound was surprisingly poor in the auditorium, given that it has the latest audio system. The more densely-orchestrated sections simply sounded like a radio turned up too loud. I couldn't be certain whether this was the cinema's fault, or the way the production had been recorded. At any rate, I think on this listening, and on purely musical criteria, there are several CD recordings I'd prefer to this one.
But great music doesn't necessarily make a great DVD, and neither necessarily does a great production. Not everything translates as you might hope. The landmark Tristan film for me remains the 1983 Barenboim/Ponelle version, and this one doesn't better it. But as there are surprisingly few even halfway decent DVD versions around, this becomes a sure runner up. Always assuming it makes it to DVD that is....
....if not, there are still a number of screenings at various Odeons on 25 October, details here -- the Covent Garden one is sold out though.
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