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Outside this house

Cooperative ventures by the constituents of Lincoln Center haven’t exactly been plentiful. So it was particularly gratifying that Sunday evening the 55th New York Film Festival presented the world premiere of Susan Froemke’s marvelous new documentary The Opera House in a special one-time-only screening at the Metropolitan Opera. 

Before Lesli Klainberg, Executive Director of the Film Society of Lincoln Center, introduced Froemke, the Film Festival’s trailer was shown revealing a neat confluence—the first of the many short clips featured Luis Bunuel’s The Exterminating Angel which was the opening night feature at the very first NYFF in 1963. On October 26 the Met presents one of the most highly anticipated events of its season, the US premiere of a new opera by Thomas Adès based on that very film.

Froemke’s involvement with documentaries dates back to her long association with the celebrated Mayles brothers; she was the editor and associate producer for perhaps their most famous (or infamous) work, the 1975 cult favorite Grey Gardens about “Little Edie” Bouvier Beale and her mother, eccentric relatives of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis living in squalor in East Hampton.

More recently she has often collaborated with Peter Gelb, the Met’s General Manager. Her film The Audition, a study of the 2007 finals of the annual National Council Auditions, features an enviable roster of upcoming stars including Michael Fabiano, Angela Meade, Jamie Barton and Amber Wagner.

The Opera House, her newest project, tackles the complex gestation of the current Metropolitan Opera House. It traces the long dissatisfaction with the “old” house dating back to early 20th century and the numerous aborted attempts at relocation. As someone who never experienced the “yellow brick brewery” on 39th street, I was fascinated by her compelling mix of stills, vintage footage and talking heads which delineate the glories as well as the gross inadequacies of that theater.

The meat of the film deals with the complex issues in the 1950s and 60s facing the realization of the dream of a vast performing arts complex on Manhattan’s Upper West Side. Froemke outlines the sweeping and controversial dreams of Robert Moses who masterminded many other local urban renewal projects of the time. She neatly counterbalances the social and political arguments for Lincoln Center with interviews with two men whose families were among the thousands traumatically displaced by the demolition of acres of tenement housing to make way for the new construction.

Those who attended this spring’s gala celebrating the 50th anniversary of the opening of the new house got a few short previews of Froemke’s film. One of the most delightful clips shown that evening dealt with the birth of the design of the Met’s splendid crystal chandeliers. Architect Kyna Leski reveals that the spectacular star-burst configuration was the result of a last-minute, accidental ink splash by her father Tad Laski.

It’s a moment of life-giving spontaneity during the years and years of bitter in-fighting among those responsible for designing the various components of the Lincoln Center complex. Those disagreements and inevitable yet crushing budget compromises were particularly injurious to Wallace K. Harrison who commanded the entire project in addition to being the chief architect of the Met itself. You have to wonder how they ever got the whole thing done!

But the clip that stole the show in May was footage of Leontyne Price shot shortly before her 90th birthday this year reminiscing about the production of Antony and Cleopatra which opened the new house. The gala audience that evening gasped (as did last night’s) when Price sang the opening line of “Give me my robe,” Cleopatra’s great monologue, with a voice nearly untouched by the passing decades.

Clearly Froemke realized that she had something very special in the deliciously delightful Price interview because she uses it extensively throughout the documentary. However—and I expect to be booed on this point—the inclusion of so much about Price as well as about Antony nearly unbalances the film. It’s of course uproarious to witness Price slyly sharing about how being onstage with tall, handsome, irresistible Franco Corelli made it so very hard to keep her mind on her singing but eventually all those stories get off-message.

With lots of relatively unseen footage available of the monumentally fraught rehearsals for Antony, one can readily understand why she includes so much of it. But it just goes on too long, particularly when one knows now that although the house itself was judged a success on September 16, 1966, the opera most definitely was not, a point on which the film hedges. And at a running time of 108 minutes, the enterprise could profit from being shorter by 10 or 15 minutes.

As I was waiting outside the Met for a friend who was joining me for the screening up walked Alfred Hubay, former Met Box Office manager, still dapper at 92. His candid contributions to the film, along with those of Richard Holmes who began at the Met at a member of the Children’s Chorus and continues there more than fifty years later as Administrator of Supernumeraries, are among the documentary’s most charming and moving.

The wisely chosen background music throughout contributes greatly to the film’s effectiveness, particularly the use of Wagner: the opening of Das Rheingold, bits of Parsifal and concluding with Nina Stemme’s “Liebestod” from just last year.

Although I inevitably sit in the orchestra level these days, I was upstairs for the screening and was reminded once again of how thrilling it is when those glorious chandeliers rise as each performance is about to begin. Seeing the documentary in the very building that is its subject was an unforgettable, indelible treat.

Although I missed the opera house’s first 15 seasons, since 1982 I’ve attended far too many performances there to count. After that long an acquaintance, it’s easy to take the place for granted, but Froemke’s film invited me to appreciate anew its strengths and weaknesses.

Those who have been to the Met just once or many times will want see The Opera House as will those yet to attend a performance there. Information about future showings will no doubt be forthcoming. At the moment I’m only aware of an encore screening on October 15, the final day of the New York Film Festival, at the Francesca Beale Theater in the Film Society’s Elinor Bunin Monroe Film Center.

  • Benedetta Funghi-Trifolati

    This film looks very interesting and made me a bit emotional as it intertwines several strands of my life and past. I’m one of the increasingly rare ones who attended the Old Met in my teen years. There was great excitement as Lincoln Center (not just the Met) was rising on the West Side. It was a BIG deal in NYC back then. When I moved permanently to NYC after college it was very important for me to live close to the “New” Met and I’m still here, only a short walk away. Additionally, I worked with Sir Rudolf when he was at CAMI, after retirement from the Met, and also with Leontyne, who was one of the royal gems of the CAMI roster then. She has not lost her sense of humor and looks damn good for 90. Her speaking voice is strong and she seems sharp as the proverbial tack. I’ll look forward to eventually seeing this film.

    • Camille

      Thanks for bearing witness and you are right—there are fewer and fewer of you old Met attendees left with every day.

      What was it like to work with Impresario Bing? He has such a reputation and so much negative is written about him, that I wonder.

      • cielo e mar

        As soon as my parents discovered I had the opera gene, they got me to the Old House as often as they could in the last two seasons. First was Aida, followed by Turandot, Faust (the last opening night), Tosca, Forza, Salome (great fun for an 11-yr-old!) and Boheme. I remember bits and pieces of those performances, but the aura of that history-soaked theater remains with me.

        • Camille

          Wonderful to hear of your experience. Thank you.

  • Thanks for this Christopher. I’d love to see this film and I have a feeling I won’t mind a single minute of the time spent on Price. :)

  • Camille

    “The TOMB would not open…!”

    I’m thankful the always über-delightful and eternal Miss Leontyne Price was able to still bear witness to this momentous and historic event for us all. She is a wonder.

    Maybe I’ll go to the repetition…I just wasn’t sure about it all so chose not to attend yesterday’s screening. This review pushes me toward taking a step in that direction.

    • Armerjacquino

      Speaking of Miss Price and sealed tombs, is it too OT for me to crowbar in that I am seeing Latonia Moore as Aida tomorrow and I could. NOT. Be. More. Excited?

      • CwbyLA

        where is she singing?

        • Armerjacquino


      • Porgy Amor

        A hoot of an interview/article about that ENO Aïda and other things (favorite singers, favorite roles, being typecast, theatrical makeup controversies).

      • Camille

        armer—pls report back in as I have great hopes for her continued success. The only time I’ve managed to hear her (live), at Carnegie, she was in resplendent voice and landed a shining C on our ears. I don’t think she is scheduled to sing here again until she does Selena in Porgy and Bess, but hope she’ll get another sunstitution gig. I remember Monty Nostry hearing her several years back and having been very impressed.
        In bocca al lupo!

        • CwbyLA

          I remember the first time I heard her sing. It was in an AVA gala. I think it was her last year there. She was the standout performer with a gorgeous voice and phrasing! I also remember her from a Master Class with the great Shirley Verrett, again at AVA. I really like her voice. She needed to work on her acting in my humble opinion but it seems like McDermott is helping in that department. Of course, results to be seen at her ENO performances.

  • CwbyLA

    I think in sad times like today, we can also use more of Ms. Leontyne Price, no doubt a national treasure, not less. They should just release the whole interview.


    Wait a moment here. With all due respect to Mr. Corwin and his always fine work on these pages one can never, ever, have too much Teeny. I have always had this inexplicable fascination with all things ‘Antony & Cleopatra’. Being such a disaster with everyone involved trying so hard. It’s sad too that Barber’s revision has rarely been given a chance except in a handful of productions since. Teeny certainly took no prisoners on the recording she made of the two arias in concert arrangement and she was known to perform them live from time to time. That it took 50 years for a commercial release of that evening is a shame as well. I hope we get to see this film sooner than later because I’m really looking forward to it now.

    • Camille

      “The music, ho!”!!!!

      Today, rifling through some old sheet music I discovered this music (ho!), and then just had to listen to it and so—

      To: Patrick Mack of l’Ordre des Chevaliers de la divine Leontyne—I pass it on your way.


        Wait. What did you call me?

        I know these pieces by heart and love them so much.
        Thanks Camille.

        • Camille

          You know, ordinarily I never have paid that much attention to the first piece, but now, following along with it, I hear it is quite as special, surely a tad less dramatic than the splashy final scene, but that must needs be so.

          It’s a shame the Met doesn’t honor this work more, well and Vanessa, too! I’d hoped that in the year of Barber’s centennial there might have been some token, but I guess they had done their research and it wouldn’t wash. A shame. Vergogna!