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Prokofiev, The Gambler:
Soloists, Staatskapelle Berlin. Conductor: Daniel
Barenboim. Staatsoper Unter den Linden, Berlin.
23.3.2008 (MB)
General – Vladimir Ognovenko
Polina – Kristine Opolais
Alexei – Misha Didyk
Baulen’ka – Stefania Toczyska
Marquis – Stephan Rügamer
Blanche – Sylvia de la Muela
Mr Astley –Viktor Rud
Prince Nilski – Gian-Luca Pasolini
Baron Wurmerhelm – Alessandro Paliaga
Potapytsch – Plamen Kumpikov
Casino Director – Gleb Nikolsky
First Croupier – Gregory Bonfatti
Second Croupier – Robert Hebenstrett
(plus other gamblers, etc.)
Dmitri Tcherniakov (producer, designs, costumes)
Elena Zaitseva (costumes)
Gleb Filshtinsky (lighting)
Staatskapelle Berlin
Daniel Barenboim (conductor)
Mark Berry
This was not quite the Berlin première of Prokofiev’s
first completed opera, which had taken place a few
days previously, but the second performance came close
enough. It does Daniel Barenboim and the Staatsoper
Unter den Linden great credit that, not only should
they have undertaken such an important task, but that
it should have formed the centrepiece of the company’s
2008 Festtage. Barenboim clearly believes in
the work, for it receives a co-production with La
Scala, again under his baton. Such commitment was
triumphantly vindicated by a fine performance and
production. During the first act, there were occasions
when I wondered whether this might be a work more
compelling musically than dramatically, but my doubts
soon disappeared. The Gambler might not be
quite so consistently gripping as The Fiery Angel,
but it is a fine work, which deserves far greater
exposure. It was given here, as has almost always been
the case, from the first performance onwards, in its
second, revised version, completed in 1928.
Barenboim and the Staatskapelle Berlin were on top
form throughout, banishing memories of their somewhat
disappointing
Meistersinger. The orchestra proved fully
equal to Prokofiev’s sometimes strenuous demands,
unleashing a kaleidoscopic riot of colours. Rhythmic
precision was impeccable, as was the inexorable
forward narrative drive of the score. Where a few days
before, the orchestra had sometimes sounded carelessly
loud, little concerned with the events on stage, here
orchestra, conductor, and soloists proved that good
singers are perfectly capable of making themselves
heard over considerable volume from the pit, so long
as musical understanding is present and apparent.
There was never any doubt that Barenboim was a sure
guide, both to details and to the greater structure.
We should hear more of him in Russian repertoire: a
Tchaikovsky Sixth
last summer was nothing short of magnificent.
The huge cast was very strong; I could not name a
single weak link. Everyone seemed to appreciate the
particular demands of Prokofiev’s declamatory style,
which once may have seemed ‘anti-operatic,’ but like
that of Mussorgsky or Janáček, with whom Prokofiev has
much in common, now sounds unforcedly naturalistic.
Misha Didyk displayed not only great stamina in the
title role, but an exemplary command of musical line
and subtlety in deployment of his considerable vocal
resources. Likewise Kristine Opolais as his beloved
Polina. Both could act too. Sylvia de la Muela put in
a splendid turn, as much acted as sung, as the
demi-mondaine Blanche, callously and casually
deserting Vladimir Ognovenko’s carefully-observed
General when the money ran out. Stephan Rügamer also
judged to a tee his fair-weather friend act as the
Marquis. A truly stage-stopping moment came with the
arrival of Stefania Toczyska in the guise of Baulen’ka,
come to disabuse the General of the imminence – or
indeed possibility – of his inheritance. Here one felt
one was truly in the presence of a star, albeit a star
playing a role rather than presenting herself, as too
often can be the case in the operatic world. Toczyska
exhibited great vocal power, often commendably held in
reserve, but also considerable thoughtfulness in her
projection and modulation; her exchanges with Polina
were genuinely heartfelt. Baulen’ka’s retinue of
servants was powerfully directed to enhance her
imperious majesty.
Here, as in much else, Dmitri Tcherniakov’s production
was of great assistance, working closely with the
musical performance. For instance, the climactic
gambling scene in the fourth act was simply stunning
in terms of its integration of a myriad of solo voices
into a quasi-choral whole, without ever sacrificing
the sense of this being a multiplicity of individuals.
But equally powerful – and impossible to dissociate
from the musical direction – was Tcherniakov’s careful
direction of each of these individuals, once again in
some sense part of an emerging mass, but never just
that. The various non-singing actors throughout added
a sense of place and ongoing activity, without seeming
gratuitous, as can so often be the case in such
situations. Tcherniakov’s designs were equally
impressive. Most of the action took place in what I
suspect would modishly be termed a ‘design hotel’, its
modern, stylish business setting the perfect foil for
the financial dealings taking place. The casino itself
in the fourth act imparted a due sense of
extravagance, but at the service of the drama rather
than for its own sake. One could well understand,
after the madness of this scene, why Polina would
ultimately reject Alexei’s winnings, and thus why the
opera takes the course it does. This, then, was a
powerfully conceived performance at every level; it
served Prokofiev’s drama very well indeed.
