This Zeffirelli production of Verdi’s ever-popular, 
          melodic opera was filmed in February 2002, in Busseto, near Parma, Italy, 
          close to the composer’s home and birthplace. Zeffirelli had filmed La 
          Traviata before, in 1982. The Italian film director whose credits 
          include: The Taming of the Shrew (1966); Romeo and Juliet 
          (1968); Jesus of Nazareth (TV) (1977); Othello (1986); 
          and, more recently, Tea with Mussolini (1999), began his professional 
          career as a stage director. 
        
 
        
The story of the opera concerns the plight of Violetta 
          a mid-19th century Parisian courtesan who is dying of consumption 
          (tuberculosis). She responds to the ardent love of the young Alfredo 
          but sacrifices him when his father, Giorgio pleads that their love will 
          ruin his daughter’s happiness and his son’s career. 
        
 
        
Leaving the musicality of the opera to conductor, Plácido 
          Domingio, Zeffirelli is here concerned with a natural expression of 
          Verdi’s opera – and Alexander Dumas (fils)’ story. Thus Zeffirelli 
          directs the set designs, lighting, costumes as well as the acting. (One 
          of this DVD’s features demonstrates his remarkably detailed knowledge 
          of the costumes of the period.) 
        
 
        
Seldom has this melodrama seemed so sincere, so true. 
          Stefania Bonfadelli as Violetta really does look consumptive. Zeffirelli 
          coaxes finely shaded, subtle acting from her to match her considerable 
          vocal talents - her finely tuned expressiveness as she passes through 
          enthusiastic indulgence in Parisian society’s hedonistic pleasures, 
          through initial cynical doubt about the sincerity of Alfredo’s love, 
          to submission to headlong passion, to stoical acceptance that she must 
          lose him, and despair and desperation to recapture his love as death 
          approaches. She is particularly impressive through the demands of Act 
          III in which she scarcely ceases singing. The acting of American tenor, 
          Scott Piper, gains stature as the production progresses. This is after 
          a rather hesitant opening introducing the famous drinking song, the 
          ‘Brindisi’. He portrays Alfredo as rather unhealthily impulsive and 
          obsessive. Veteran Renato Bruson as Giorgio Germont is a commanding 
          presence and his Act II aria ‘Di Provenza il mar’ draws prolonged applause. 
          Domingo has sung in sixteen Verdi operas and has conducted twelve. He 
          brings a valuable singer’s insight into his expansive and vibrant musical 
          direction. 
        
 
        
Zeffirelli’s stage direction insists that the chorus’s 
          movements must be logical and realistic as though little acts of teasing 
          and passion were progressing in the ballroom and party scenes and in 
          the colourful Act III merrymakers’ scene where gypsies sing to Spanish 
          rhythms complete with castanets and tambourines. The beautifully lit 
          sets make best use of the stage with a rotating middle section and soft 
          gauzy drapes. Stiffer translucent material allows maximum spatial and 
          perspective effects. 
        
 
        
The DVD’s features cover all aspects of the production 
          in some detail. Zeffirelli is shown visiting the Verdi’s house. Domingo 
          and Scott Piper are interviewed. He and Bonfadeli are shown in rehearsal. 
          There is much more. 
        
 
        
Zeffirelli’s La Traviata is a feast for the 
          eye and Domingo draws first class performances from his orchestra, chorus 
          and cast – particularly Stefania Bonfadeli who is outstanding – a most 
          appealing and sympathetic Violetta. Renato Bruson is a proud yet ultimately 
          human Giorgio Germont. Above all there is Verdi’s gorgeous music, one 
          beautiful melody flowing on from another 
        
 
        
Ian Lace