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Cardillac: arresting!

[UPDATE: Now with photos!] Before Opera Boston’s performance of Cardillac at the Majestic Theater on Sunday afternoon, a woman warned the people in her row that she might have to leave early. A man insisted to her that “the last seven minutes” were not to be missed.

He was right. And neither were the other eighty-three. Hindemith’s opera is so concise, and this production of it so unrelenting and engrossing, that during the curtain calls I wanted to ask them to do it all again so I could take in more of its rich details.

Opera Boston presents the three acts contiguously, so as to keep the momentum driving forward. Cardillac is about so many things: desire, both for people and for objects; possessiveness; the relationship of an artist to his work, and to the public; the power and changeability of crowds; the danger of dealing only in extremes and absolutes. Yet it is tightly written, and the vivid performances and breathless pace works beautifully.

Cardillac is a jeweler who is so in love with his own creations that he cannot bear to let go of them: he pursues everyone who purchases one of his pieces, kills them, and retrieves his beloved handiwork. The public covets his work even while it lives in fear of the murderer preying upon the city.

Sanford Sylvan as Cardillac

The ensuing action, involving a Lady and a Cavalier; Cardillac’s nameless Daughter and her lover, the Officer; and a hapless Gold Merchant, raises question about the meaning of love, desire, and possession. In Cardillac, all of these bleed together to the margins of extremity. The Officer will only be satisfied with the Daughter’s love if she renounces her father to become his entirely. Cardillac loves and desires his creations so desperately that he resorts to murder in order to possess them. In the end, it is only the mob’s threat to destroy them that brings forth his confession.

It also raises questions about the meaning of art and the role of the artist. Do people desire Cardillac’s creations for their beauty, their prestige, or their inherent danger? The danger of the situation sparks the Lady’s and the Cavalier’s desire, and they turn Cardillac’s beautiful mask into a bedroom prop. The Officer buys the mask as a challenge to Cardillac and uses it as bait to unmask the murderer. If Cardillac felt that other people were truly worthy, would he kill to take back his creations?

And what about the crowd’s adulation for Cardillac? Is the artist a privileged figure, or does Cardillac have the same responsibilities as other citizens? Is their hero-worship any less scary than their unleashed anger when they finally beat him to death? What about the government: should it be allowed unlimited power under the guise of protecting its citizens and exacting justice?

As a chilling and yet human Cardillac, baritone Sanford Sylvan sang with a velvet tone and beautiful dynamic range, even when expressing the coldest of emotions. Deliberate physical movements created a sense of menace while his impassioned singing justified Hindemith’s wish that audiences would sympathize with the murderous jeweler. When the Cavalier tears the golden mask from Cardillac’s grip, Sylvan stares at his hands, not only in disbelief at losing a beloved object, but evoking simultaneously an artist and a murderer contemplating what his hands have wrought.

Sol Kim-Bentley shone in the role of Cardillac’s Daughter, singing with power and passion. The Daughter is the most like ordinary people: among characters who deal only in absolutes, she lingers in uncertainty. Perhaps it is that resemblance to ourselves that makes her all the more moving. Kim-Bentley was especially heartbreaking in the last scene, not just in the purity of her vocal tone but in embodying the character’s absorption in mourning her father.

The Daughter’s costumes underscore her sheltered upbringing: a simple dress and blazer and sensible shoes, and in the third act a girlish pink nightgown. (Contrast this pale pink cotton to the Lady’s fiery magenta silk, and the Daughter’s romantic caution to the Lady’s sexual abandon.)

Steven Sanders (The Officer), Sanford Sylvan (Cardillac) and Sol Kim Bentley (The Daughter)

With his clarion voice and assured stage presence, tenor Steven Sanders made an excellent Officer. The vocally striking baritone David Kravitz offered an endearing, sympathetic Gold Merchant. Mezzo-soprano Janna Baty, as the Lady, and tenor Frank Kelley, as the Cavalier, both turned in impressive performances, culminating in their night of sadomasochistic sexual abandon after the Cavalier wins her favor.

Gil Rose conducted the uncompromising, contrapuntal score with vigor and drew a wealth of tone colors from the chamber-sized orchestra. The ensemble tilts heavily toward the woodwinds, and the wind playing – particularly in the coy flute duet that accompanies the bedroom encounter between the Lady and the Cavalier – was exquisite. The small complement of strings, too, found a rich palette of timbres.

Overall, the balance was excellent. The Officer was occasionally overpowered in ensembles and in a duet with Cardillac, but only when he was placed upstage of the others.

Director Nic Muni brought the opera up to the present day, but as Richard Dyer noted in a post-concert talk, with the eye of “someone who’s seen a lot of German movies of the 1920s.” Though there’s a flat-screen TV onstage, and a cell phone, and suits that wouldn’t look out of place on today’s street, there’s more than a hint of Weimar decadence.

Gabriel Berry’s detailed and often spectacular costume design, with its touches of fetish wear, contributes significantly to the echoes of Weimar. The chorus in Act I, for example, is costumed in outrageous textures and revealing cuts: lots of lace, a little leather, lots of cleavage, a little cross-dressing. The edginess is tempered by the subtle shades of gray and brown. All of them loll around with an insouciant manner that suggests they’d be up for anything. Which, of course, they are: by Act III, they’ve devolved into a more depraved and dangerous animal.

Though the libretto calls for multiple locations, in this production Cardillac’s gallery/workshop becomes the primary setting. Erhard Rom’s minimalistic set – asymmetrical sloping walls, icy oversized light fixtures, a sleek black platform and matching overhang – evokes both the present day and early twentieth-century design. The simplicity belies the mechanisms that allow set pieces to fly, to surprising, dramatic, and sometimes even humorous effect.

Sanford Sylvan (Cardillac), Frank Kelley (The Cavalier) and Janna Baty (The Lady)

The onstage TV is not a mere gimmick. When Cardillac’s gallery is open, it advertises his finest creations; with the announcement of the Chambre Ardente, it displays chilling imagery to illustrate the the king’s special new tribunal.

The slanted white walls provide a surface for Christopher Ostrom’s lighting design to heighten the drama. Shadows loom constantly, from the silhouette of Cardillac stalking the silent opening to the monstrous scenes of torture seen only in outline. Not only is the shadow play reminiscent of 1920s German film, but it emphasizes the anonymity, and therefore the universality, of the characters. (Only Cardillac has a name. Everyone else is just described: his Daughter, the Lady, the Gold Merchant.)

In place of the belt specified in the libretto, here the most coveted of Cardillac’s creations is a golden mask. In the opening scene, as the chorus lolls around Cardillac’s gallery drinking, smoking, and admiring the jewelry, it is the image of this piece on the television that sucks in everyone’s attention like a sudden thirst. Thus the lust for this object is set up, and one by one, the characters fall.

Other directorial choices create similar moments of resonance. At the opera’s very beginning, even before the overture, the Daughter and the Officer share a brief, passionate rendezvous. By establishing their characters and their connection, this moment adds weight to the decision the Daughter must later make.

During the Lady’s aria, in which she sings about her desire and the allure of death, Cardillac looms behind her: he, too, is drawn to desire and death. In fact, he is onstage through much of Act I, even though he doesn’t sing until Act II; his presence adds a layer of meaning to the adulation of the crowd and underscores the danger of desiring his works.

Cardillac’s golden creations may be objects of desire, but money does not have the same luster. We never see coins or bills; money is not given hand-to-hand. Instead, coin purses are thrown down, like gauntlets, as a challenge. So is the bag of gold that Cardillac accuses the Gold Merchant of being impure. His desire for the material is so strong that he breathes in the smell of the metal with an emotion close to lust.

This production marked the New England premiere of Hindemith’s 1926 opera, and one of the only productions in this country since its American premiere over forty years ago. It’s received several productions in Europe, but not here. Though Hindemith was only 30 when he wrote Cardillac, his first full-length stage work, it’s a fully fledged piece. With this taut, powerful production, Opera Boston has made a case for bringing Cardillac into the North American repertory.


  • Will

    This review echoes the very strong comments I have heard on the opera and production from friends in Boston. I see it tomorrow night and am looking forward anxiously.

  • I want to correct you on the name of one of the singers. That was Frank Kelley, not James -- Frank Kelley is one of the finest character tenors around today; he’s also an excellent Handel tenor. He’s well known as one of Peter Sellars’s stock company in his early Purchase days (see dvd’s of the Sellars DaPonte trilogy). Like Sylvan and Maddalena, he’s still very active. His great performance last night was typical.

    Though I didn’t like the production much, I appreciated it as a serious response to a neglected opera. The orchestra under Gil Rose was spectacular in realizing this beautiful and varied score. Sylvan was great, though the weird acoustic of the Majestic scuttled several vocal balances, especially during the magnificent act 2 quartet -- at least as heard from the top of the house. I’m so proud of Opera Boston for continuing to give us fine performances of neglected works like Cardillac and Freischutz and bel canto rarities.

  • MontyNostry

    Cardillac -- fabulous libretto, dreary music.

    • Pelleas et Melisande @ Most Addictive Opera

      Very surprising to find only 3 comments on this thread.

      ‘Cardillac’ is a great opera and deserves a heck of a lot more exposure.

      C’mon! I thought La Cieca’s audience was more sophisticated than this! Where is the love for this work ??

      • havfruen

        Maybe the audience IS sophisticated and it’s not the opera but the venue.
        “I have just returned from Boston. It is the only sane thing to do if you find yourself up there.”
        Fred Allen

        • Bosah

          Are you kidding?

          Said only as a NYC elitist snob could say. We have theater, jazz clubs, various forms of recitals, etc. every night, as well a regular symphony performances (from numerous symphonies and orchestras).

          Please. Do us a favor and stay in NY.

    • I would say the opposite, monty. The libretto is almost laughably absurd the way it expects you to sympathize with and admire at the end a character who’s killed a number of people for a none too believable reason, meanwhile trampling heartlessly on the affections of his daughter, and meanwhile allowing an innocent man to be sent to torture by being falsely accused of his own (cardillac’s) crime. As for the music, I can easily understand its not being to everyone’s taste. I’m personally very attracted to Hindemith’s music -- at least this score and some of his piano pieces from ludis tonalis. There’s a lot of his music I haven’t explored, however.

      • BillyBoy

        RE “expects you to sympathize with and admire”. Who sez? Why not expects you be fascinated with and intrigued by? Expects you have your expectations thwarted and overturned? This isn’t melodrama. This is an alternative world, our own in a fun house/horror house mirror.

        We’ve had Cardillac and The Emperor of Atlantis in February. And just this weekend the Mahler Ninth and the Szymanowski 2nd Violin Concerto and Bezuidenhout’s Mozart. Boston’s not NYC, but nothing that needs escaping from.

        And really, Fred Allen?

  • Lorenzino, it sounds like you were expecting a hero rather than an anti-hero. And obsessive-compulsive behavior frequently sounds unbelievable to people who don’t indulge in it.

  • Alto

    Woman! Your review so completely makes me want to see/hear this!

    And with all the years Hindemith spent working heroically in New Haven, it’s amazing that that could be the New England premiere.

    Sounds like a natural for the NYCO.

  • I wasnt expecting anything, sanford. No objection to an anti hero portrayed, just the conceit of the librettist that this miserable creatures actions were somehow justified by the greatness of his artistic genius and his love for his own art which was so great that it left him no room for any feelings at all for his own adoringly devoted daughter. I was totally with the story as portrayed until the mawkish and morally misguided ending.

  • Buster

    I only saw a semi-staged performance of this once, with a great cast: John Bröcheler, and Christine Brewer as the daughter -- Edo de Waart conducting. He did the early version, like in Boston. The later version has an extra act -- but do they ever do that?

    • Nelly Melbacioiu

      Thanks for this very good review. I saw Sunday afternoon’s performance and was sorry that the house was not full. It should have been, even if I was somewhat less impressed by the direction than our reviewer.

      Musically, it would have been hard to better the performance. All of the principals deserve kudos, and the orchestra under Gil Rose played beautifully. I find the score enthralling from start to finish, and I had to check myself from leaning forward in my seat (in the way that I hate those sitting next to me to do) in order to lose myself in it more thoroughly.

      The direction in the first two acts was quite effective, but it seemed to lose focus in the final act. OperaBosaton seems to have a strongly snticlerical streak these days: as in Fidelio earlier this season, we got Inquisition imagery that confused, rather than illuminated, the plot message about authority--which up to this point in the production had remained secular.

      The decision to conflate the characters of the Gold Merchant and the Provost Marshal (beyond simply having them both sung by the wonderful David Kravitz) further muddied the outlines of the plot. I was VERY glad that I had watched the DVD of the more straightforward Paris production a couple of months ago. The idea of moving from a more naturalistic to a more expressionistic and abstract direction and mise-en-scene over the course of the opera makes sense in terms of the plot, but the concept didn’t quite gel here.

      That said, it was a great afternoon of music-drama, and I am trying to decide if I can skip a work dinner to go to this evening’s performance.

      It’s an interesting moment for opera in Boston. The quality of OperaBoston’s productions and singing can be variable, but when the company puts its mind to works like Cardillac and The Nose it can produce wonderful things. (About that Fidelio earlier this year, the less said the better.) Boston Lyric Opera is trying harder, but its mainstage productions are still often sabotaged by nonexistent direction and wildly inconsistent casting. BLO’s new series of smaller-scale productions, however, gave us a great performance of Turn of the Screw last year and this year’s darkly hilarious Emperor of Atlantis.

  • Will

    One unfortunate early comment here notwithstanding, Boston has a tremendously vibrant music scene. One of the world’s great orchestras as well as several others; three first rate music conservatories — two for classical, one for jazz, rock and music production; a lively early music scene, and opera production by Boston Lyric and Boston Opera as well as several smaller companies.

    One of them, Intermezzo, the New England Chamber Opera, does only contemporary works, in English, directed like theater, and 1/3 of what we do are newly commissioned works. The latest with a libretto by the husband and me, premieres May 14. Toss in all the work done on college and university campuses in music, theater, and arts of all kinds and Boston has an incredibly rich cultural life.

  • aulus agerius

    I have only been in the Cutler Majestic once, but on that occasion I was very impressed with acoustics -- in the upper reaches. This was for Tancredi with Podles in ’09.

  • Now you mention it, I agree the acoustics at the top of the Majestic sounded well in the past, as when I saw Tancredi, though at Tancredi I started on the extreme side where they were poor, and a move to the center section improved things greatly. Sometimes acoustics are compromised by the sets and the materials used for them. I remember Hampson complaining that having to sing on the set of the met’s old Faust production (c. 1990) was not fun because he had to sing in front of a very voice-absorbing backdrop, even though the met is generally very fine acoustically. Also I think Sylvan was the only soloist who was singing with a great deal of dynamic variety, with much sensitive soft singing, and both the orchestra and the others he was singing with in ensemble sometimes did not respond in kind to what he was doing.