Rossini’s Comte Ory was premiered in 1828. It 
                  finally made it to the Met in 2011, and to celebrate the occasion 
                  this performance was beamed live into cinemas around the world 
                  and now gets its release on DVD. The long delay in it reaching 
                  New York is easy to explain. The three principals all have to 
                  be bel canto wonders, tossing off high notes, roulades 
                  and runs with merry abandon. Happily, the Met assembled probably 
                  the three finest exponents of these roles you could find anywhere 
                  today. 
                    
                  No-one would even consider mounting Ory without a tenor 
                  of near miraculous flexibility to sing the title role. Enter 
                  Juan Diego Flórez, a bel canto singer without 
                  parallel, who previously added Ory to his repertoire at the 
                  Rossini Festival in Pesaro - and made an audio recording for 
                  DG in 2003. I’ve been lucky enough to hear Flórez 
                  in the theatre a few times and every time I come away marvelling 
                  that such sounds as his are possible. We’ll never know 
                  for sure, but I’m certain that even in Rossini’s 
                  own day the composer himself never heard his work sung as well 
                  as this. The purity and lightness of Flórez’s voice 
                  is astounding. The pyrotechnics of the Count’s part are 
                  despatched with miraculous ease, and he scales the dizzy heights 
                  above the stave without so much as breaking a sweat, let alone 
                  pausing for breath. Not everyone enjoys the sheer brightness 
                  of his voice, and for some his timbre is like being dazzled 
                  by oncoming headlights, but I’m a fully signed up fan 
                  and I think his colour suits the repertoire (and the role) very 
                  well. He isn’t quite so skilled as an actor, and the moments 
                  where he cavorts around dressed as a Mother Superior are pretty 
                  hackneyed, more often than not reverting to a stock gesture 
                  or expression, but you’d have to be the most devoted adherent 
                  to the Gesamtkunstwerk principle to object to his performance 
                  on the basis of this. If we ever hear another Ory as good as 
                  this then I’ll be very surprised. 
                    
                  Happily, he is partnered by two ladies who are just as good. 
                  DiDonato’s voice has a masculine edge to it that makes 
                  her idea for breeches roles like this. She turns Isolier, Ory’s 
                  page and admirer of the Countess, into a believable, love-struck 
                  boy and the sheer security of her tone is a marvel to behold. 
                  She isn’t required to scale the heights like her colleagues, 
                  but she is just as effective in her range as they are and it’s 
                  a joy to see and hear her in what she does. Diana Damrau has 
                  less form in the bel canto repertoire, but she takes 
                  to the virtuoso role of the Countess like a duck to water. The 
                  voice is rich and full at every level, for all the demands that 
                  are placed upon it above the stave, and her entrance aria in 
                  particular is outstanding. In the lesser roles, Stéphane 
                  Degout plays Raimbaud as a loveable rogue, using his extremely 
                  beautiful voice to make this roguish character actually rather 
                  likeable. Michele Pertusi in the role of Ory’s tutor is 
                  more cardboard, though his deep bass forms a good contrast to 
                  the rest of the cast, as does the plummy alto of Susanne Resmark. 
                  
                    
                  Bartlett Sher’s production is less fun, unfortunately. 
                  Sher sets the scene in an 18th century theatre for 
                  no good reason other than that it means he doesn’t have 
                  to bother with cumbersome castle sets and interiors, something 
                  he as good as admits in his backstage interview included as 
                  an extra. This factor doesn’t get in the way too much, 
                  though there is no shortage of dumb “stage hands” 
                  lumbering across the set drawing attention to the mechanics, 
                  but it adds nothing and all seems a bit unnecessary. Why not 
                  just trust the text? The only part of his production that I 
                  found actively unpleasant, however, was his staging of the delightful 
                  final trio which he turns into a three-in-a-bed grope, distasteful 
                  and unnecessary to me. The costumes are sumptuous, contrasting 
                  with the often bare surroundings, but the hyperactive camera-work 
                  becomes a bit off-putting after a while: in order to capture 
                  the action as best they can for a live audience, the Met have 
                  a myriad of cameras whizzing all over the proscenium. Too often 
                  they can’t resist the temptation to show off what they 
                  can do. Benini’s conducting is solid, but perhaps a little 
                  too four-square for a light-hearted work like this, so that 
                  sometimes the sheer frothy enjoyment of the work gets lost. 
                  However, the orchestra plays very well for him. 
                    
                  Make no mistake, though, it is for Flórez, Damrau and 
                  DiDonato that you should buy this set. Their performances alone 
                  will give hours of pleasure. 
                    
                  Simon Thompson 
                    
                  see also review by Robert Farr