This being a production 
                from New York’s Metropolitan Opera, 
                I guess you’d expect something safe 
                and traditional. And that’s exactly 
                what we get, a no-holds-barred period 
                piece from Zeffirelli that many people 
                will find a tonic to any anachronistic 
                ‘director’ theatre, or pared-down modernist 
                staging. Indeed, the sheer opulence 
                of this re-staging of the 1990 original 
                takes one’s breath away. The costumes 
                are truly sumptuous, with every lacy 
                cuff, heaving bosom and powdered wig 
                in place. As for the set (also by Zeffirelli), 
                there is a scale and grandeur that threaten 
                to dwarf the singers. Huge marble columns, 
                massive fretwork gates and fresco backdrops 
                fill the Met’s stage, making the whole 
                thing look unnervingly like a Canaletto 
                or Titian come to life. 
              
 
              
It’s a good job the 
                starry international cast are ‘big’ 
                enough in their vocal talents and acting 
                prowess to overcome this, indeed to 
                complement it. It’s definitely the men 
                who win out here, with Bryn Terfel’s 
                Giovanni dominating everything and everyone. 
                Terfel’s vocal talents are well known, 
                and the range on display here is awesome, 
                from the sotto voce word pointing 
                in ‘La ci darem’ to a floor-shaking 
                welter of tone in the Commendatore scenes. 
                The acting is no less impressive; it 
                is obvious at every turn that this Don 
                blends animal magnetism and manipulative 
                cruelty in equal measure. It’s so easy 
                to see why the women fall for his sexual 
                advances, yet his beating of Masetto 
                in Act 2 is done with a near psychopathic 
                glee that recalls Goodfellows. 
                The quality of the all-round portrayal 
                had the commentators reaching for superlatives, 
                some going back to Siepi for a suitable 
                comparison, and it’s hard to disagree. 
              
 
              
He is well partnered 
                by the Leporello of Ferruccio Furlanetto, 
                an experienced actor who is already 
                on Arthaus’s DVD of the same opera, 
                where he teams up with the other great 
                Don of our times, Thomas Allen. Furlanetto 
                obviously relishes every subtlety without 
                overacting, and the interplay (and identity 
                swapping) between the two is one of 
                the best things here. 
              
 
              
The other men are good 
                rather than outstanding. Paul Groves 
                tries to drag Ottavio above the wimpish, 
                but I can never hear his two famous 
                arias without hearing the golden tones 
                of Fritz Wunderlich, a cruel comparison. 
                John Relyea is an engaging Masetto but 
                I could have done with more vocal weight 
                form Koptchak’s Commendatore. 
              
 
              
The women acquit themselves 
                well, though they are inevitably a foil 
                for the men. Fleming’s rather breathy 
                Anna is well characterised, and she 
                certainly looks fabulous. Contrasting 
                with her tone is the clean, razor-sharp 
                intensity of Solveig Kringelborn and 
                the youthful precision of Korean-born 
                Hei-Kyung Hong’s vivacious Zerlina. 
              
 
              
The staging does nothing 
                to upset, and all moments of comedy 
                are well handled. Some of the darker 
                aspects of the score are glossed over 
                – it’s possible to feel that Terfel 
                would have gone a stage further with 
                a more adventurous director, but this 
                is certainly a production Mozart would 
                have recognised and probably approved 
                of. Levine conducts a direct, unfussy 
                reading at sensible speeds, totally 
                in keeping with the nature of the production, 
                and the Met orchestra play with suppleness, 
                grace and power. 
              
 
              
Camerawork by director 
                Gary Halvorsen is unobtrusive though 
                fairly rudimentary, and picture and 
                sound quality are excellent. Overall, 
                it’s hard not to give this Don a warm 
                welcome. It is not without competition, 
                including the already-mentioned Arthaus 
                Cologne production from 1991, but this 
                has more-or-less everything you want 
                for the library shelf and repeated viewings. 
                For those irritated by modern psychological 
                stagings, this set could well provide 
                the perfect answer. 
              
Tony Haywood