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Isle, cry tomorrow

I completely missed The Enchanted Island during the Met’s 2011-12 season, both in the house and in the HD presentation.  Even on Sirius, I had only heard snippets of the performance.  So I was pleased to receive the newly released DVD version of the Met HD performance on the Virgin Classics label.  After a couple of watchings/hearings, however, I realized what I would really like to have received: a “highlights of The Enchanted Island DVD.”

This self-described “baroque pastiche” is actually quite a remarkable accomplishment by its author and deviser Jeremy Sams (who credits the original idea to none other than Peter Gelb.)  The strange combination of plot elements from Shakespeare’s The Tempest and A Midsummer Night’s Dream  thrown together on Prospero’s island singing the music of Handel, Vivaldi, and Rameau is in itself quite a creative coup.  

The libretto is sometimes graceful and witty, but sometimes clunky and turgid.  And while the entire project is imaginative, clever, and beautifully produced, in the end it only partially succeeds.  Sublime scenes are abruptly followed by ridiculous or cloying ones, and the first half of the pastiche is far too long and filled with inconsequential introductory arias for every character.

Only in the second half do things begin to come together into a cogent story line.  Sams’ finest theatrical conceit is the fleshing out of the character of the sorceress Sycorax, only mentioned in The Tempest, and her son Caliban, now enslaved by Prospero.

The production by Phelim McDermott (and associate director/set designer Julian Crouch) is quite effective.  The brilliant combination of two-dimensional 18th century flats with magical animation and projection effects is a visual feast that contributes mightily to the “enchanted” scena of Prospero’s island.  Brian MacDevitt’s lighting occasionally works, but too frequently plunges the stage into darkness and shadow.

Costumes by Kevin Pollard work well, especially those for the fantastical characters.  Only Danielle deNiese’s rather dumpy Ariel costume and that for Placido Domingo’s Neptune (looking a bit like an oceanic Santa Claus) fall seriously short.

The production works best when in the hands of Joyce diDonato and Luca Pisaroni as Sycorax and Caliban.  Both these singers understand that baroque music must be sung with much honesty, passion, and truth if it is to be taken seriously.  DiDonato brings great dignity and magnificent singing to her Sycorax, whether in a jealous fury or a reflective melancholy.

She also makes sounds from the depth of her voice that almost sound inhuman.  The effect is magical.  Pisaroni, too, makes his Caliban a three-dimensional monster/man with real human needs.  The Sycorax/Caliban scenes are by far the most successful moments of the evening.

The Midsummer lovers are well sung by Paul Appelby, Elliot Madore, Layla Clare, and particularly Elizabeth deShong, who is inexplicably left off the cast listings in the booklet accompanying the DVD.  I found many of their scenes problematic, however, because the director seems not to be sure whether we are playing comedy of manners or outright farce.  Most of their scenes together are amusing, but again the writing gives little opportunity for these characters to develop any depth or seriousness of intention.  The romantic aspects of the Midsummer lovers are buried under increasingly desperate attempts to get laughs.

Neptune was written for Domingo, and his scene at the end of the lengthy first act much enlivens this ending.  With mermaids bobbing about, Domingo’s entrance as an ecologically concerned God feeling his powers diminishing is one of the great visual triumphs of the production.  The role sits in the comfortable range of Domingo’s current vocal estate, and he shows here something I never knew he had: real comic timing.  And while he occasionally looks like isn’t sure what opera he has stumbled into, his presence is commanding and effective for the most part.

The great countertenor David Daniels is Prospero, and I had serious concerns about his first scene where he instructs Ariel to bring up a storm.  I thought his usually pure tone sounded grainy and breathy; fortunately, he completely redeemed himself with a beautiful second act where he makes not a single vocal misstep.

Our Ariel is the beautiful soprano deNiese.  Alas, she is working way too hard and way too chirpily, substituting perkiness for character.  Never can we believe in Ariel’s desperate need to win her freedom from Prospero; Ms. deNiese can only manage whiny disappointment where real need should be evident.  Now, the role has been written as a combination of Ariel and Dream’s Puck, but what it cannot be (and, alas, is here) is Tinkerbell.  It should be said, however, that the audience seemed to adore her antics.

Lisette Oropesa brings her silvery soprano to Miranda, and the high countertenor Anthony Roth Costanzo enlivens the second act with high spirits and remarkably pure tone.  William Christie conducts with his usual baroque dignity but one wishes for some middle ground between the stately and the rollicking.  The Met Chorus and ballet do excellent work.

So, my “highlights DVD” wants all of DiDonato and Pisaroni, Daniels’ second act, the delightful second act dance sequence by Graciela Danielle, and much of Domingo’s deus ex machine Neptune.  I think The Enchanted Island suffers from “Sally Field syndrome”; it keeps saying “like me, you really like me” to the audience.  It’s just trying too hard.

  • La Valkyrietta

    I enjoyed Joyce at the Met last night. None of the other singers was as good. Of course, Polenzani cancelled and his replacement did not cut mustard.

    I also enjoyed Joyce at Enchanted Island, but hated the opera. Call it a potpourri, a mismatch, a Baroque card (Monsieur Geld’s words), or a clever director’s fancy (some
    reviewer’s silly fill-up lingo), it is NOT an opera, pardonez moi. To me it is not Sally Field. I hate Enchanted Island. It is more like Jean Hagen, hateful. I like it for the camp of it, but I keep wishing for the real thing. A complete Vivaldi opera, for example. I want opera. Otherwise, just give me a good Bloody Mary and Baly Hi. :)

  • Nerva Nelli

    Note that all of Miss de Niese’s arias (and *only* her arias) were accompanied by huge light show effects designed to win applause despite her one-note characterization and sub-soubrette timbre.

    Also note the ridiculousness of having Ariel enter Neptune’s underwater kingdom in a diving helmet and then take it off with no consequences. Apparently she was meant to wear it throughout the scene, but she and her representatives were concerned that her perky face should be as visible as possible so they diverted some energy from their incessant and ultimately successful campaign to have her Ariel-- and not Mr. Daniels’ Prospero or Ms. di Donato’s Sycorax, which would have made sense emotionally, to say nothing of artistically-- get the big 11 o’clock number (another lightfest).


    • louannd

      I *see* a Cleopatra at the Met in her future.

      • jeepgerhard

        Heaven forfend!

  • louannd

    You are incredibly kind Henson Keys as was DeCafferelli when he reviewed the live production in the house. I went to the theater with, unfortunately, high expectations. David Daniels seemed embarassed. Joyce was magnificent and a consummate professional the entire night, and that’s about it, except, of course, for Elizabeth DeShong who has a mezzo of a Goddess voice.

    • Nerva Nelli

      Well, as has been said, Oropesa, Pisaroni, Costanzo and Clare also made appreciable contributions and all proved themselves worthy stylists alongside JDD.

      Dancin’ Dani and Domingo were the only embarassment.

      But the whole Gelb idea that baroque opera needed to be “introduced” to New York (*how* many Handel operas has NYCO and Glimmerglass done?) and that a self-satisfied doggerel pastiche was the best way to do it seems flawed. And now seemingly NO baroque operas are scheduled except for the rehashing of this mess, with Graham in for JDD.

      • louannd

        I most certainly didn’t mean to dis the talented Oropresa, Pisaroni, Costanzo or Clare, but unfortunately their presence just didn’t make up for the dismal performance that was. I also meant that David Daniels looked embarassed not that he was the least bit embarassing; however, I blushed for the Met when Domingo tried to remember his words.

  • CwbyLA

    How about Cesare in April?

    • Nerva Nelli

      Sorry, I meant baroque works new to the house. The Met has done 23 performance of CESARE since 1988.

  • E-news

    They claimed that they wrote this pastiche to “fix” the “problems” with baroque opera: too long, too much recit, too many da capo arias, plots too complicated to follow, etc. So instead of “fixing” these “problems,” they gave us a pastiche that was too long, with too much recit, with too many da capo arias, and with a plot too complicated to follow. Good God, if you don’t care about length, recit, or complicated plots, why not just give us an Alcina, or a Griselda, or a Boreades!? They had a real opportunity to create a tight, compelling piece of theater, and they failed.