For so many reasons, 
                this is a production to savour. Intense 
                performances of emotive music in classical 
                settings: symbolism by the bucket load: 
                theatrical gestures that make you almost 
                cry out for joy. Overall it is not perfect 
                but it is extraordinarily good. 
              
Let me start with the 
                question of which composition, or refinement, 
                of the opera this is. By Gluck of 1762 
                for Vienna or 1774 for Paris; the Berlioz 
                of 1859 or the Milan of 1884? DVDs provide 
                little additional information – no booklets 
                as with CDs. So I turned to the CD recording 
                of this production (Erato:2292-45864-2) 
                and Leppard’s notes in the accompanying 
                booklet: "Broadly I chose whatever 
                option was better". And by the 
                time you have finished watching / listening 
                you will be hard put to disagree – even 
                if you think or care by then. 
              
 
              
To repeat the obvious 
                from above: Glyndebourne 1982. Thus 
                the ‘old’ house with its enormously 
                deep stage of which (now Sir) Peter 
                Hall makes full and dramatic use. The 
                action takes place on a pathway or slightly 
                raised platform running front to back. 
                A perfect vehicle for long continuous 
                movement: Euridice walks front to back 
                in the swirling mists; later she continues 
                the same journey as she is brought forward 
                in the Elysian Fields; the portcullis 
                drops for Orfeo’s encounter with the 
                Furies; and Orfeo’s journeys. It even 
                encompasses the final rustic revelry 
                which pours over into the auditorium 
                – a bit of a liberty with Gluck and 
                in my view not particularly well done. 
              
 
              
I remind myself that 
                this production was Dame Janet Baker’s 
                last public operatic appearance. If 
                you thought she was good, then, whatever 
                else you have seen her in, ‘you ain’t 
                seen nothin’ yet’. This is a quite staggering 
                performance demonstrating beyond doubt 
                that despite evidence to the contrary, 
                in the 1980s there did exist divas who 
                could act. Her commitment is always 
                complete. 
              
 
              
It would be totally 
                remiss of me not to quote her own words 
                about this from her autobiographical 
                journal Full Circle: 
              
              
 
                 
                  "…only I can 
                    ever know what this desperate journey 
                    of Orfeo’s has done to me; … in 
                    the test of will and discipline 
                    involved in bringing Euridice back 
                    from the dead and obeying the god’s 
                    demand not to look at her, Orfeo 
                    fails. The gods know the fatal weakness 
                    in all of us and choose the very 
                    thing they know we cannot do. Of 
                    course Orfeo fails the test. Of 
                    course everybody does." 
                  
 
                  
 
                
              
              If that is not enough 
                then consider this: Orfeo receives a 
                lyre from the gods to help tame the 
                Furies and is commanded to return it 
                after he and Euridice are finally re-united. 
                Of the handing back Dame Janet said 
                in her book: 
              
              
 
                 
                  "The fleeting 
                    thought came to me: Are you really 
                    handing back this symbol of your 
                    art with a pure intention? Are you 
                    truly relinquishing the power you 
                    have been lent? And back came my 
                    answer: ‘I am’. A symbol of an ending…" 
                  
                
              
              With that background 
                it is a surprise that she had not performed 
                this role more frequently; so no surprise 
                that her freshness, emotion and drama 
                are outstanding. Vocally I think she 
                is difficult to fault. Whilst her opening 
                repeated cry of Euridice might not be 
                as forte as if someone was sawing 
                through her bone (Gluck direction) she 
                packs so much anguish into the thrice 
                repeated cried name that more would 
                be self-defeating. 
              
 
              
This production includes 
                the full aria at the end of Act I with 
                coloratura that Dame Janet despatches 
                so effortlessly that you forget just 
                how difficult it is. Che puro ciel 
                is sung with gentleness and wonder; 
                Che farò senza with heart 
                rending torment. That unfairly selects 
                two moments: all is certainty of voice 
                and dramatic commitment: a truly memorable 
                performance. 
              
And that ignores many 
                ‘pure theatre’ touches that for me typify 
                the completeness of detail in this production. 
                Two examples will suffice: first, having 
                calmed the Furies she is about to continue 
                her journey when with the back of her 
                hand she strokes the quizzical cheek 
                of one of them. Later, when kneeling 
                and holding the now dead for the second 
                time Euridice, she grievingly rocks 
                gently back and forth. 
              
 
              
For me Dame Janet is 
                perfect in this role. I am somewhat 
                less enthusiastic about Elisabeth Speiser’s 
                Euridice. She seems to ‘hold back’. 
                Would this Euridice provoke her husband 
                into failing the test and turning to 
                look at her? That said this is not a 
                temper-tantrum Euridice but a saddened 
                wife. She has an occasional slight sharpness 
                of timbre made more evident by the contrast 
                with the warm, smooth, honey-toned Dame 
                Janet. Of course, the inevitable consequential 
                advantage is that in the duets there 
                is a quite excellent vocal balance. 
              
 
              
Elizabeth Gale’s Amore, 
                vocally ringing and sharply focused 
                seems to me to be far too worldly. If 
                she stepped off her flying pedestal 
                then you would only know the godly element 
                from the wings. A far too alluring costume 
                and performance from a very cheerful 
                god; but perhaps that is what Amore 
                should be: a strong contrast with earthly 
                seriousness and endeavour. 
              
 
              
The CD recording of 
                this production, recorded at Brent Town 
                Hall in August 1982, is free from sound 
                interference - all is crystal clear. 
                However on the DVD, filmed at Glyndebourne 
                in 1982, there are occasions when the 
                sound at forte seems to be suddenly 
                closed down a few decibels and made 
                almost husky. Also for Amore's entrance 
                aria the orchestra is just a little 
                loud thereby obscuring the words. 
              
 
              
For the most part the 
                orchestra is good; very good. The accompaniment 
                to the Furies, in a visually evocative 
                scene, is stirring if not frenzied. 
                The contrast could not be greater with 
                the orchestral smooth calling back and 
                forth with superb phrasing about the 
                delights of the Elysian Fields. 
              
 
              
The chorus is outstanding: 
                of fire, brimstone, aggressive movement 
                and singing for the Furies; and amazing 
                slow motion as Elysian Heroes and Heroines; 
                with the pastoral dances to conclude. 
              
 
              
Ignoring the Dame Janet 
                introduction, which is a bit reminiscent 
                of 3.00pm on Christmas Day, and the 
                stuffed-shirt mostly non-DJ-ed audience 
                at the end (who should have been cheering 
                and shouting if not leaping up and down), 
                this is a great DVD. Great performances. 
                Great theatre. 
              
 
              
Robert McKechnie