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              Hindemith, 
              Cardillac: 
              Soloists Orchestra and Chorus of the Opéra National de Paris, 
              Kazushi Ono (conductor) Winfried Maczewski (chorus master) , Opéra 
              Bastille, Paris 29.1.2008 (MB)
              
              Cast:
              Cardillac – Franz Grundheber
              The Daughter – Angela Denoke
              The Officer – Christopher Ventris
              The Lady – Hannah Esther Minutillo
              The Cavalier – Charles Workman
              The Gold Dealer – Roland Bracht
              Leader of the Prévôté – David Bizic
              
              Production:
              André Engel (producer)
              Nicky Rieti (designer)
              Chantel de La Coste Messelière (costumes)
              André Diot (lighting)
              Frédérique Chauveaux and Françoise Grès (choreographers)
              
              
              Perhaps only Paris 
              could turn in so stylish a production of the terminally 
              unfashionable Hindemith. When I saw this in 2006, I thought that 
              the Opéra National de Paris had a hit on its hands, and I have no 
              reason to revise my judgement upon its revival. Cardillac, 
              based on 
              
              
              Das Fräulein von Scuderi, a 
              short story by E.T.A. Hoffmann, is a work imbued with Neue 
              Sachlichkeit. It nevertheless looks forward to the chief 
              preoccupation of works such as Mathis der Maler and Die 
              Harmonie der Welt, namely the artist’s role in society. 
              The musical style, however, remains very much of the 1920s: for 
              the most part resolutely anti-sentimental and with a duly 
              ‘objective’ instrumental polyphony characteristic, perhaps 
              misconceived but genuinely held, of that age’s conception of Bach.
              
              Kazushi Ono seemed very much on Hindemith’s wavelength in this 
              respect. Anxious to relieve music of its subservience to the text 
              Hindemith – somewhat like Busoni and even Berg in this respect – 
              insisted upon small closed instrumental forms, following their own 
              musical imperatives. Whilst not dissociated from what was going on 
              onstage, Ono ensured that the motorised rhythms and the manifold 
              polyphonic strands were possessed of their own motivation. His 
              reading may not have evinced throughout quite the rhythmic drive – 
              there were a few occasions when the tension sagged ever so 
              slightly – brought to the score by Kent Nagano during the original 
              production, but this is a minor criticism. The orchestra responded 
              superbly: incisive and possessed of just the right wind- and 
              percussion-dominated sound. (The strings, especially violins, are 
              very few in number, to impart an almost Weill-like quality to the 
              music.) A sure command of idiom was unfailingly apparent.
              
              Franz Grundheber proved a charismatic Cardillac. His tone, his 
              attention to the text, and equally importantly, bearing on stage 
              were all exemplary. For the drama to be of consequence, one needs 
              to believe in his tortured, Jekyll-and-Hyde conflict between his 
              work and everything else, his daughter included. One certainly did 
              in this case. Angela Denoke was every bit as impressive as his 
              daughter; it is difficult to imagine her command of line and tone 
              in this role bettered. As her suitor, Christopher Ventris also 
              impressed – more so in the second than in the third act – although 
              he was arguably outshone by Charles Workman in the smaller tenor 
              role of the dashing Cavalier. The stage and vocal chemistry 
              between the latter and the alluring Hannah Esther Minutillo as the 
              Lady was an object lesson in such matters. One could all too well 
              understand why he felt compelled to follow her fateful entreaty to 
              procure for her ‘the finest object Cardillac ever produced,’ and 
              why she in her turn was only too eager to await him in her 
              bedroom. The chorus, attentively directed and choreographed, was 
              every bit as impressive in its vocal blend and diction. It plays a 
              crucial role – partly a homage to Bach’s Passions and Handel’s 
              oratorios? – both at the opening and during the final scene, thus 
              framing the action within a broader social context. It was no mean 
              achievement for almost every word to be distinguishable, all the 
              more impressive given the fullness of choral tone and the quantity 
              of stage business.
              
              The production was, as I have already mentioned, extremely 
              stylish. The updating – to roughly the time of composition – 
              worked well enough, although there were occasions, such as the 
              beginning of the third act, when it became a little confusing. 
              Nevertheless, the general impression of gold-fuelled opulence was 
              most persuasive, as were all aspects of the Personenregie. 
              The sets and costumes were lavish, which seemed not an 
              extravagance but a necessary attribute of the action. A welcome 
              aspect of the production was that it helped to remove any 
              lingering prejudices one might have entertained about dryness or 
              worthiness on the composer’s part. This was splendid musical 
              theatre and must be accounted a triumph for Gérard Mortier’s house 
              and company. 
              
              Mark Berry

