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            Verdi, Aida:
            
            Soloists, 
            Chorus and Orchestra of the English National Opera. Conductor: 
            Gérard Korsten. London Coliseum, London. 25.10.2008 (JPr) 
             
            
            
 
            
 
            In an 
            interesting essay in the programme for the revival of the 2007 
            production by Jo Davies of Aida,  Lucy-Hughes Hallet’s 
            interesting essay ‘Fearful Dreams of Egypt’ touched on this subject  
            as she described this  opera as‘the most spectacular and successful 
            of all nineteenth-century Europe Egyptian fantasies …’. There is 
            little room for counterargument in a review but hindsight is a 
            wonderful thing and indeed the colonial pasts of many nations 
            clearly do have things to apologise for but  Aida is not one 
            of them though Madama Butterfly, might well be another 
            matter! Verdi’s main driving force herei was the love story allied 
            to the fact that he was both anti-clerical and a patriot. ‘Kitchen 
            sink’ realism became a dramatic device only in the mid-twentieth 
            century and all Verdi had available as outlet for his personal 
            beliefs in his time, were his grand melodramas and sweeping stories. 
             
            The colours may seem gaudy, the costumes cumbersome and the cut-out 
            sets rather pantomime-ish but it still 
            gives ENO -  in 
            their straitened circumstances - a
            sell-out evening of the pure ‘thud 
            and blunder’ Verdi opera which is a 
            pleasure to indulge in from time to time. Added 
            to this is the joy gained
            from seeing an opera company
            (once seemingly on death 
            row) get a reprieve by raising its artistic standards
            so marvellously. The orchestra now 
            seems on a par with Covent Garden's and 
            the coaching of both principals and chorus is improving with every 
            opera staged. Much credit then,  must  
            be given to artistic director John Berry and to 
            music director Edward Gardner for ENO’s revival.
            
            So if we pare down Aida to the kernel of an authoritarian 
            state where the priests have the last word to crush the will of 
            individuals to love whoever they choose; then all we have is Don 
            Carlos transferred to Egypt.  With Aida,  Verdi gives us 
            a much more focussed and coherent work which is musically superior 
            and without showy cabalettas. Jo Davies’s production for English 
            National Opera is something that seems ideal for our ‘credit crunch’ 
            times and is also very suitable for concentrating the mind on what 
            appeared to matter most to Verdi in Aida. Against the 
            backdrop of Zandra Rhodes’s designs, described in the publicity as – 
            quite rightly – ‘extravagantly opulent’ I find that everything works 
            very well and I, for one, really appreciated the gold ticker-tape 
            entry of the turquoise elephant at the end of the ‘Triumphal March’. 
            I reported on this production last year and much of what I wrote 
            then about the sets and costumes still stands (see 
            review). Moreover with the elements of pyramid shapes in 
            the designs, particularly in the more intimate Acts III and IV, I 
            also noticed a certain pre-planned geometry in the direction this 
            time. It may not be that the singers just run to either end of the 
            front of stage to sing,  but having 
            been together are symbolically finishing 
            off their own triangular shapes.
            
            Clearly this production has divided critics and in fact Oslo
            - the other opera house in the original 
            co-production with Houston - have pulled 
            out from the agreement because their artistic director considers the 
            staging not up to his ‘professional standards’. Oh dear!
            
 
            
 
            
            Most of the principals from the 2007 performances returned and most 
            were clearly more at ease with their roles than before and
            (only my imagination maybe)
            a little slimmer -  unlike the 
            chorus in their gold skirts who seemed rather more mixed
            in sizes now when bare-chested. John 
            Hudson was an ardent Radam
            
            Vocal honours went to Claire Rutter’s Aida who was even 
            lighter-skinned than last year. Totally secure, her phasing was 
            impeccable and appealing; the highlight 
            was her very tenderly lyrical and touching Act III ‘Oh, skies of 
            blue’. Together with John Hudson they sang a heart-wrenching 
            farewell to life at the end of opera. Best of all was Iain 
            Patterson’s Amonasro in full native-Ethiopian costume who was 
            outstanding throughout and particularly in the savage fury of his 
            Act II ‘Destroy us, you armies of Egypt!’
            
            As an ensemble, the principals 
            and chorus sang up a storm at the end of Act II and much of the 
            evening’s success has to be due to Gérard Korsten conducting at the 
            ENO for the first time. He never once over-looked 
            the intimate moments but there was grandeur to his reading of 
            Verdi’s imaginatively rich palette of 
            colours that would not have been out of place in Verona.
            
            My one concern is that  ENO's current 
            success is drawing in a type of audience who will in times to come 
            be re-educated about opera. The person sitting next to me asked me 
            at the interval ‘Do they sing all the opera here in English? I 
            didn’t realise that.’ And behind me I overheard after the interval 
            ‘Do you want to know what happens next?’ the reply being ‘No don’t 
            tell me, just let me find out.’ It confirms what the poet Thomas 
            Gray wrote;  ‘Ignorance is 
            bliss’!
            
            Jim Pritchard 
            
            Pictures © Alastair Muir and Tristram 
            Kenton
            
            
	
	
			
	
	
              
              
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