An enchanting romantic bubble of joy. This is a spectacle to
                entrance the ear and delight the eye: singers on top form, a
                production team with wit and verve and a dénouement to
                show it was all a dream. Quite stunning. 
                
                Both Joyce DiDonato (Angelina known as La Cenerentola) and Juan
                Diego Flórez (Don Ramiro) have sung their respective roles
                many times. In bonus material, Flórez says of Don Ramiro
                that “...in terms of acting he’s not particularly
                complex ...”. DiDonato says that she knows that the notes
                and coloratura “...will be there ...” so that she
                can now “... really play with ...” the role. What
                neither say is that that knowledge coupled with their quite remarkable 
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                canto ability, enables them to pay added attention to role
                incidentals. Flórez holding back at the excesses of the
                Dandini of David Menéndez, DiDonato inter-acting with
                the ubiquitous rats which watch, comment in mime, move props
                and provide the power for DiDonato’s transport to the ball. 
                
                DiDonato is the downtrodden believable skivvy whose warm tone
                and gentle vibrato just keeps her opening folk-song from descending
                into sentimental slush. When she has met her prince - Florez
                disguised as his valet Dandini - her confusion is portrayed with
                splendid self-effacing innocence: vocal leaps, smooth depths
                and controlled 
piano. Curiously it is only at the end
                of the opera and the concluding rondo that Rossini gives his
                leading lady a solo virtuoso number. We have waited long for
                these fireworks which DiDonato hinted at throughout, in various
                duets and ensembles: but finally she gives a master-class in 
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                canto singing. Here notes hang in the air, there runs cascade
                one after another, all with powerful dynamics and all delivered
                with no apparent effort. During a trill, time even to tickle
                a rat behind the ear. Joyously entertaining. 
                
                And no less should be said of Florez. His distinctive ringing
                timbre, superb diction, breath control and relaxed stage presence
                enfolds us in this magical make-believe. His showpiece aria comes
                when he gives up his disguise and reverts to the role of prince
                with yet another display of high Cs. This can be, and is here,
                a show-stopping aria. Only when he has finally acknowledged the
                audience applause can the opera continue. 
                
                It hardly needs to be said that together DiDonato and Florez
                are formidable. Strong vocal and acting interplay with matching
                runs particularly evident when DiDonato has become the ‘princess
                for the ball’ and her music has moved from simple skivvy
                to more regal complexity. 
                
                David Menéndez (Dandini) becomes an excellently extrovert
                prince to which assumed role he brings strong comic timing, vocal
                strength and a nice touch of servant humour. His arrival on a
                horse with heads at each end presages his mock heroic aria. He
                cannot contain his extravagances which Florez fails to restrain
                by facial and body language. Strong but not deep vocal colours,
                remarkable speed of patter pronunciation and an affected insouciant
                style distinguish this Dandini. 
                
                Bruno de Simone sets himself precisely as the self-deluding Don
                Magnifico. Although there is a raised walking stick, there is
                no real suggestion of unpleasant violence towards his skivvy.
                If his opening aria does not quite have the power, by the time
                he reaches his visit to the cellar, power has built up. His comic
                timing throughout is excellent and particularly with the Dandini
                of Menéndez when he learns of the role switch. 
                
                Christina Obregón, as his daughter Clorinda, adds to her
                role by giving occasional very effective glances at the camera,
                amusingly taking us into her confidence. Obregón has a
                clear ringing tone which shines very brightly in the ensembles,
                of which more anon. Her sister Tisbe sung by Itxaro Mentxaka
                matches her vocally and in their role interplay but occasionally
                seems uninvolved in the ensembles. 
                
                The comfortable youthful tone of Simón Orfila is Alidoro,
                Don Ramiro’s tutor. If not quite the obsequious disguised
                beggar, then in his transformation revealing himself as the tutor
                he does indeed become the over-arching master of events with
                power, precise diction and dark colours. His aria 
Là del
                ciel nell’arcano profondo (DVD1 track 13) delivered
                in a black cloak decorated with stars has more than a flavour
                of Sarastro, emphasised by a single up-light casting his face
                in dark relief: powerfully effective. 
                
                If the solo voices are important, the combination of them for
                the duets and ensembles is fundamental. Captivating as the passages
                of solo singing are the opera drives forward on the interplay
                of voices and characters. Rossini’s biographer Stendhal,
                who did not like this opera, was forced to concede that the duet
                in act one, 
Zitto zitto, piano piano (DVD1 track 16) has
                a “... sustained, magnificent pace, and ... is one of the
                liveliest things that Rossini has ever composed, at least in
                that brisk and impetuous style which is the most characteristic
                feature of his especial genius. This is the field which is peculiarly
                his own, and in which no other musician, not even the greatest,
                can claim to be his master.”: Stendhal 
Life of Rossini tran
s R.C.Coe.
                John Calder (1956) p.251. The ensembles are illustrations of
                exciting composing. Couple that with vocal accuracy and excellent
                balance between the voices; despatch them all with aplomb from
                quartet through quintet to sextet and Rossini aficionados should
                be in seventh heaven. 
                
                And all that says nothing of the enthusiasm of the chorus for
                involvement in the entertainment; all crisp accuracy and only
                too ready to break into deliciously choreographed dance movements.
                The orchestral strength lies in its 
simpatico approach
                to the events on stage. Perhaps not the lightest of touches nor
                the most exciting crescendos but never competing with the stage
                events, not even in the sextets at forte. As an aside I much
                enjoyed the camera work during the sinfonia focusing on the instrument(s)
                then producing the dominant sound; as I did the wind machine
                and thunder sheet on stage for the storm. 
                
                I have left the production team until last to give myself time
                and space to justify all that can be said. Whilst from time to
                time I thought the stage became too busy with events just glimpsed
                during an aria, or the ubiquitous rats becoming too centre action,
                these are but trifling quibbles. A simple set of back wall with
                balcony, side steps down and a huge hearth with a chimney breast
                that rose to reveal double doors as palace entrance. Nowt special
                there. No indeed, but then add internal or back lit remarkable
                psychedelic colours for the floor and wall for different scenes;
                add a frame of mirrors large enough to comprise swinging doors
                for stage exits that transforms itself into the picture of a
                coach; add a model coach silhouetted on the balcony and then
                breaking down when moved across stage front; and that is really
                only the half of it. Add costumes of stunning vivacity for all
                including purple wigs for the chorus over red yellow and brown
                costumes hinting at Greek guard of honour style. It all sounds
                horribly garish - which is precisely what it is not. This is
                the Catalan theatre group production team led by Joan Font of
                Barcelona’s Comediants whose original approach contributes
                greatly to the fun. With only the odd snip here and there, Alidoro
                seems to suffer the most, it is a pleasure to write that this
                performance is indeed that of Rossini’s opera: no directorial
                interference with that: what you get is what is says on the DVD
                box: Rossini’s 
La Cenerentola. 
                
                This DVD is entering a crowded market place. My other two personal
                favourites are the 1981 Jean-Pierre Ponnelle film version of
                the classic 1973 La Scala production (Deutsche Grammophon 00440
                073 4096) and the Glyndebourne of 2005 directed by Sir Peter
                Hall (Opus Arte OA 0944D). The Ponnelle is all you would expect
                with frequent scene changes, drapes that rise to reveal rooms
                and repeated close-ups. The heroine is Frederica von Stade as
                Cenerentola and Francisco Araiza as Don Ramiro producing a truly
                polished performance. Paolo Montarsolo is a memorable Don Magnifico.
                The Glyndebourne production is much more of an adult affair.
                No pantomime here. There is even a hint of unpleasantness from
                the Don Magnifico of Luciano Di Pasquale. Ruxandra Donose as
                Cenerentola is not always the subservient skivvy. In the final
                scene she takes centre-stage leaving The Don Ramiro of Maxim
                Mironov at the side. This an assertive heroine suggesting that
                Don Ramiro might not have quite the idyllic life that he expected.
                Vladimir Jurowski conducts the London Philharmonic producing
                a lighter touch, stronger dynamics and more exaggerated tempos. 
                
                Therefore where would you place this DVD in that scheme of things?
                Answer: it is significantly different, but unhesitatingly it
                takes its place as an equal, precisely because of those differences.
                It was released in January 2010 whereas I would have expected
                a November release for the Christmas market. After all it is
                a fantastical pantomime for the very young and a spectacular
                Rossini-fest for the not so young. 
                
                
Robert McKechnie