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Not a few eyebrows arched on social media when L.A. Opera appropriated the hashtag “Fight like a girl” on street level poster adverts all over town for the revival of their 2013 production of Giacomo Puccini’s Tosca

I read a lot of sniffing online about how it wasn’t “suitable” or “seemly.” Having seen the production playing at the Music Center downtown I can state unequivocally that I’d sleep a hell of a lot better knowing Sondra Radvanovsky had my back.

This production originated with Houston Grand Opera back in 2010 with the formidable British director John Caird at the helm. He famously held theatre goers in his thrall with a nine-hour adaptation of Charles DickensNicholas Nickleby and then, with the help of Trevor Nunn, unleashed the musical juggernaut on an unsuspecting world that is Les Miserables.

After exhausting nearly every great English actor of note at both the Royal Shakespeare Company and National Theatre, he has turned his talents to opera in the past two decades with more and more frequency. Judging from the mounting currently on the boards at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion Mr. Caird shows perhaps more of a flair than an affinity for the art form.

Each act begins with a progressively bloodier showcurtain that is pulled down to stunning effect by a member of the cast. The exhausted Angelotti is the first after he staggers on from the wings and prison.

Bunny Christie designed the set that is revealed and her first act finds a large tri-tiered scaffolding holding the three large pieces of a fresco of the Madonna that has fallen from the ceiling and is now in process of restoration by the painter Mario Cavaradossi. It serves to give the cast a merry work out as they ascend and descend all the while conversing in Puccini’s musical idiom. No small feat that.

Russell Thomas, whom I enjoyed in this same role at the Hollywood Bowl this past summer under Gustavo Dudamel, returned to L.A. Opera as the painter/political revolutionary Cavaradossi. He is a fine and sensitive singer who has no trouble with the challenges Puccini presents.

Previously I recalled him driving the top of the voice a bit too hard in climaxes but here he seemed fully comfortable in the broad phrases and unleashed his clarion top to excellent effect. He was especially sensitive in the love music with his soprano in both the first and third acts and showed off some rather ravishing piano singing.

Having enjoyed Ambrogio Maestri in his signature role of Verdi’s Falstaff on two separate videos I was keen to see how he would fare as the venal Baron Scarpia. His naturally affable demeanor here serving as the sheep’s clothing to the wolf lying in wait. Maestri found an excellent balance between the courtly gentleman in public and the government gangster. He’s a very large man but moves with more grace than one might expect on stage.

When called on to be physically threatening he was surprisingly menacing in a flash. Vocally the man is a cannon, a true dramatic baritone who resonates well throughout his range. He took a huge sloppy ritard in the middle of finale to act I, which found him standing at the very top of the scaffolding. This allowed his voice to ring out into the theatre with magnificent impact over the ensemble. Bravo!

But the title of the opera is Tosca after all! Sondra Radvanovsky returned after her success in this production three years past. This was only my second time seeing her live and it’s an exciting experience to say the least. Foremost she’s a consummate actress and in a town that’s no stranger to glamour she enters like a movie star. She makes much of this stagings awkwardness (and there’s plenty) appear as natural as possible with her easy grace and professionalism.

Her Tosca is a mature woman who acknowledges her own jealous tantrums with a sly smile but then carries herself to tears with her own imaginings egged on by the malevolent Scarpia. She’s more than an impressive adversary in Act II while still recognizing, and/or using as an asset, her role as a woman in the struggle. She also showed a light touch in the final act with Cavaradossi explaining to him that he’s going to have to “get shot a little” with a “comme ci, comme ça” gesture that sent a ripple of mirth through the audience.

When it came to her vocalism however Ms. Radvanovsky did not come to play. Her growth in this role is easily charted from broadcasts from 2013 and 2011 on the Met on Demand app. Where she was always gifted and able she’s now seems dizzyingly overqualified, flaunting an abundance of voice and monstrous technical security. She’s delicate and voluptuous in the love duets with the tenor, spinning endless phrases and hitting all the kittenish fioratura with no visible effort.

She makes her mark on all those special parlando passages scattered throughout that we Tosca connoisseurs wait for and make souvenirs of. In Act I her final line, “ch’ io piango!” sounded like a train coming out of a tunnel. When they pulled Cavaradossi offstage in Act II her high-C was held for far longer than Maestro Puccini intended and I suddenly had that rush that reminded me why I loved opera so much.

Her “Vissi d’arte” was the natural cornerstone of her characterization. She took the first two phrases in one long, clean, breath and just kept going from there. She started “Sempre con fe sincera…” in almost a whisper and kept building one throbbing climax on top of the other. Later, she hurled out quite simply the most monumental “O Scarpia, avanti a Dio!” I’ve ever heard. I thought my hair was going to blow back from the center of the orchestra.

Music director James Conlon led a galvanic performance, with fleet playing from the strings and winds. He offered quicksilver support to the singers when required by making minor adjustments for breath and phrasing but it was momentary. The percussion, which Puccini always keeps so busy, was on top of its game especially in the tricky opening to the last act with all the Roman bell calls. Balance between stage and pit was very well judged with very full playing that never once dominated the singers which was refreshing.

Resident young artist member Nicholas Brownlee once again made his mark as Angelotti with his plush bass-baritone. Also, if we’re ever in need of a Prince Gremin or Ramfis in the near future I hope someone remembers the Jailer of Gabriel Vamvulescu because this is a voice I look forward to hearing again soon. Rising star Enzo Grappone was the lovely voice of the offstage Shepherd.

As to the scenery and costumes by Christie, it starts out well enough with Act I in spite of the challenges of the scaffolding stage right and it’s obviously a church. Instead of the opulent Renaissance splendors of of the Palazzo Farnese Act II finds Scarpia camped in the same concrete shell now tricked out as a grim storage area filled with statuary which, while being photogenic and atmospheric, was odd. A large crate, just out of sight, served as the torture chamber.

The glum concrete box stayed in place for Act III, with only large cut out window at the back with no sill and prison gates at the doors on either side.

Costumes were suspenders, bowler hats, and even bustles, projecting the time of the opera forward to the end of the 19th century. The soprano rocked a pearl grey gown carpeted in sparkles. She had nothing covering her head, however, in church—which is just wrong—and no cloak to protect her bare shoulders in the predawn chill of Act 3.

The lighting plot of Duane Schuller gave us some brilliantly cinematic moments of backlighting during the more emotional moments of the plot. He also did a superlative job keeping focus on the principals amongst all the bric-a-brac of Act II’s warehouse.

Some of the peculiarities of the staging have been swept clean with the present revival according to my sources and will not be missed. I don’t want to spoil it for the young hipsters (who were out in force on opening night bearded, inked, and so greased up with patchouli oil my row smelled like Coachella) but this is surely the bloodiest Tosca I’ve ever seen. By the end of Act II all three principals looked like they’d suffered a freak cooking accident in an Italian restaurant.

There’s also a bit at the very end involving the the murder weapon that Tosca tucks into her garter before she makes her way out for Act II. It’s shocking in the moment but ultimately silly. Ms. Radvanovsky, however, could pull just about anything off, so I’m not complaining.

Photos: Ken Howard

  • OK, will those who know let us in on the average temperatures in Rome in June, please? Mr. Mack in his estimable review feels Tosca would have needed a shawl to insulate her from the chill in act 3, and I remember Zeffirelli’s MET production featured a roaring fire on the hearth of Scarpia’s huge Renaissance fireplace in the Palazzo. I would have thought Rome in June to be rather warm.


      Well if the average low in June in Rome is 60 degrees I’d say it could get pretty nippy at dawn.Also a cloak would have come in handy to cover her BLOOD-STAINED dress which had only been spot cleaned at that point. Plus everyone looks extra-drammatique in a cloak.

    • Camille

      A lot depends upon how close you are to the Tevere (Tiber). At the present moment my iPhone tells me the temperature in Rome is exactly the same as New York City. (60 degrees F).

      It was always rather cool and changeable until the third week in May (“Come un bel dì di maggio” being a figure of speech to me!). Then, very suddently, it would turn sultry and rather warm. I sat outside Palazzo Farnese on the banks surrounding it on many and many a summer night and I certainly cannot imagine a fire being necesary --however--those palazzi are rather coolish inside and take longer to heat up. Maybe Baron Scarpia had circulatory problems, too.

      All in all, it is reasonably the same climate in Rome as it is here in NYC, give or take a little.

      Don’t know if that helps but is my experience in brief. Even though it barely snows in the winter it is still colder than a witch’s teat!

      • Thanks, Camille. Since the Battle of Marengo was fought on June 14th, ie. mid-month, I would expect that Rome was beginning to heat up. As to Scarpia’s circulatory problems, however bad they may be at the beginning of act 2 is nothing compared to what they are at the end of the act!

        • Camille

          He was OUT of Circulation by the time he gathered that kiss, for certain.

          If I strain my memory, I actually DO recall right before dawn being airy and chilly and, of course, Castel Sant’Angelo is right smack dab on the river, too. A singer has to protect herself from night vapours, so, for that reason alone, and not just for grandezza, one would need one’s clock.

          That reminds me, too, of the afternoon in November I spent crawling around like some Spiderwoman up and down Castel Sant’Angelo, trying in vain to find the piattaforma upon which ‘Mario, Mario, Mario’ was executed. Did not find such but I DID look into many a jail cell where many a poor bastard mist have rotted which chilled me to the bone, with what all I imagined.

          Later that day or the next I told a dear friend of mine where I’d been and how I tried to find the place to jump. He implored me “don’t do it, don’t do it!” I told him I had no intention of following in Floria’s footsteps. Just curious,
          and that was all.

          • hai lui

            I agree -- fave film. Also I am love, with the John Adams score

            • I can’t access the YouTube clip, so I am very curious about which John Adams score to which you are referring When I click on your link I get sent to a page which says:
              “Warning -- The request contains an invalid URL!”

              I checked the full film music credits on IMDb and I can’t find any Adams:

              Can you please clarify? Thanks!

            • hai lui

              I Am Love -- general and re Adams score

              Io sono l’amore 2009

              “The film’s soundtrack uses pre-existing compositions by John Adams.” citing to newspaper article


              Music by
              John Adams

              Not sure why I couldn’t post a good url to the YouTube trailer -- here are two urls (of many) with YouTube bits from the film, and commentary

            • Eaglerocker

              “I am Love” uses Shaker Loops, last mvt. I think? I believe it’s used for a outdoor love/sex scene, which seemed quite strange to me……

            • Camille

              This film kind of astonished me—when first I hecame aware of it. It had so much that meant so much to me in it that it was almost as if the auteur had read my mind or asked for my opinion about what I’d like to see in a movie.

              Every now and again I’ll take a voyage back in time and space to my most beloved place on earth via La Grande Bellezza and for that I’m most grateful. Just once in a while, and for ruminating upon de rerum natura as one cannot possibly live in the past--it’s impossible.

              I am happy to hear you like the film, too, and thank you for expressing that feeling out loud.

  • Porgy Amor

    I knew this had opened Saturday and it was likely Patrick would cover it, so when I sent in the Norma Blu-ray piece, I was thinking there might be “Rad Day.” Well, we got “Rad Week,” anyway. I enjoyed your lively and enthusiastic account of something that did look pretty good on paper.

    I suddenly had that rush that reminded me why I loved opera so much

    We all need those occasionally! At least one for every five “Why do I still do this? How many books could I be finishing?” moments. :-)

  • fletcher

    Great review, Patrick. Sorry about the patchouli.

  • Camille

    Patchouli? What? Is it still 1967?

    Wish I had been there as it sounds like a whole lotta fun. Yes, her Tosca here a couple years ago was quite good and sounds a lot to me like she has even improved upon it. I’d have loved to have seen Maestri as a bad guy for a change, too.

    I just can’t imagine what there was to “Sniff” about re the ad campaign other than the banners possibly wafting patchouli all up and down Grand Avenue. I mean, isn’t “MaryJane” now legal in small quantities in Cali? What’s the necessity for patchouli these days?

    • fletcher

      I was kidding, I would never wear patchouli (nor would any one else under 40),

      And it was a lot of fun. As Patrick mentions, the production had some odd moments -- the one that sticks out in my head is near the end, as the solders line up to execute Cavaradossi, Tosca is still with him, anxiously walking among the soldiers. I believe she hides herself in the libretto, which seems more effective. I also didn’t care for the image of Tosca slashing her own throat then falling out of view at the end. Anyway, the signing was really glorious.


        Ugh. Fletcher now you’ve ruined it for the kids!
        : )

  • Like others, I enjoyed your enthusiastic review, Patrick. Thanks!

  • Juicy Bjoerling

    Rad a “consummate actress”? that’s news to me…