I have known and loved this performance 
                for years in a VHS version, but the 
                uneven quality of sound and fragility 
                of the tape have marred my enjoyment. 
                Our failing VCR decided to mangle that 
                particular tape and I was delighted 
                to see it made available on DVD. Here 
                the sound and picture have been cleaned 
                up and are presented as though this 
                was taped last year and not last decade. 
                Let my misfortune be a warning to the 
                wise: replace your treasures on DVD 
                when you get the chance. Someone has 
                described a VHS cassette as a self-destruct 
                mechanism; it may last along time but 
                will eventually, inevitably, fail. 
              
 
              
It is often commented 
                that this opera is less popular than 
                Gounod’s version, however, not among 
                those I know who have heard both. The 
                Gounod is often ranked to be the most 
                vulgar and sentimental grand opera ever 
                written, whereas this depiction of the 
                title character and his machinations 
                is fully worthy of intelligent attention. 
                It is remarkable how Boito’s work keeps 
                getting "discovered" and yet 
                is never considered firmly in the repertoire. 
                Some reviewers felt these sets were 
                ‘minimalist’ and but I don’t know what 
                they’re talking about. The opera itself 
                is somewhat abstracted, hardly a Disney 
                scenario, and the sets and staging fit 
                the ethic perfectly. 
              
 
              
Ramey is simply overwhelming 
                in this role — every minute he is on 
                stage you are captivated, ensnared. 
                When he took his third curtain call 
                the audience were literally screaming. 
                But the credit for the acknowledged 
                success of this production should distributed 
                more evenly; everybody does an excellent 
                job. The chorus begin as blessed souls 
                in heaven, then they’re dancing revellers 
                at a street fair, then writhing orgiasts 
                in hell while the boss sings Ecco 
                il mondo, then Helen’s retinue, 
                then back to heaven again for the finale. 
              
 
              
I would like to see 
                Benacková perform Maria 
                in Tchaikovsky’s "Mazeppa." 
                She has a beautiful, powerful voice 
                and is a superb actress exploring the 
                three roles she plays in this opera: 
                innocent maiden; condemned murderess 
                who struggles through her madness to 
                beg for divine mercy; and Helen of 
                Troy, the divine courtesan who momentarily 
                recalls the horrors of the destruction 
                of Troy. Her final duet with Faust is 
                worthy of Puccini, all the better for 
                not having to sit through a Puccini 
                opera to get to it. 
              
 
              
Dennis O’Neil as Faust 
                has the clear, lyrical power of Pavarotti 
                without the latter’s tendency to wail. 
                In addition to his beautiful voice he 
                brings a quality of innocence to his 
                role; at one moment he reminded me of 
                Dudley Moore from "Bedazzled." 
                Even at his most venial, this is a Faust 
                you are cheering for — you want him 
                to get away in the end, which, of course, 
                he does. 
              
 
              
Boito’s musical ethic 
                is pure Liszt with an occasional nod 
                to Rossini. When, a decade earlier, 
                Liszt wrote his Dante Symphony 
                he completed the "Inferno" 
                and "Purgatorio" movements 
                but gave up on "Paradiso" 
                after a couple dozen bars because he 
                felt inadequate to portray the glories 
                of heaven in music. After hearing what 
                he wrote, his friend Wagner seconded 
                that opinion. Boito went triumphantly 
                ahead where Liszt feared to proceed, 
                to portray on a human stage the glories 
                of heaven. This stage director took 
                up the challenge and they succeed beyond 
                anything I can describe here. If I tried, 
                you’d say, oh, that won’t work. Well, 
                it does, it does! 
              
 
              
Immediately following 
                the heaven scene we move into the midst 
                of a wild colourful Bacchanalian street 
                fair with the stage full of dancers, 
                banners, floats, costumes. Out of this 
                slowly emerges the solemn figure of 
                a grey friar intoning the rosary. It 
                is Mephistopheles, he has come for Faust, 
                Faust knows it and falls prey. He willingly 
                signs the contract—after reading the 
                fine print on all four pages. 
              
 
              
If Mephisto ever offered 
                me the classic deal, what would I want 
                out of the rest of this life? Not sex 
                — I’ve done all that and it never brought 
                me happiness. I think I’d trade eternity 
                in Hell for the entire Westminster LP 
                catalogue restored to DVD-Audio plus 
                all the money I want to produce my choice 
                of operas. After we rebuilt Memphis 
                and Thebes we’d give the world an Aïda 
                to remember! And, of course, Tovey’s 
                Bride of Dionysus. 
              
 
              
Paul Shoemaker