The transference of 
                opera to film can be fraught with difficulty. 
                In worst case scenarios, it can be disastrous. 
                However in the present case, it is a 
                wonderful success. Ghost stories, perhaps, 
                would seem ideal candidates, and Henry 
                James' story in Britten's setting emerges 
                magnificently. 
              
 
              
The scenery is perfectly 
                chosen, showing a world where even when 
                the sun does shine it is not really 
                light. This is a world the normative 
                status of which lies somewhere between 
                the real and the unreal; a figuratively 
                and, sometimes, literally twilit world. 
                The disturbing images of death in the 
                form of the cemetery are taken from 
                Highgate Cemetery. The solitary doll's 
                head, removed from the torso, immediately 
                before we 'meet' Miles and Flora, is 
                the image of the opera’s disturbing 
                recurrent theme, 'The Ceremony of Innocence 
                is drowned'. Visually, it makes for 
                an unforgettable effect. The distinction 
                between the Dead and the Living is not 
                clear in this world - a point made explicit 
                when, at one point, the Governess faints. 
                The camera shoots her in the same way 
                as if she were one of the corpses. 
              
 
              
Mark Padmore it is 
                that narrates the piano-accompanied 
                introduction. Here he is very much on 
                home turf, his voice sounding much more 
                at home than in the recent 
                Wigmore Müllerin 
                . Immediately, the emotional scene is 
                set. Images of Flora, smiling, playing, 
                are offset by mysterious figures, slow-motion 
                and, of course, Britten's own pungently-fragranced 
                music. Padmore narrates perfectly, his 
                diction beyond criticism. 
              
 
              
The excellent Lisa 
                Milne takes the part of the Governess, 
                her soliloquy as she approaches in her 
                carriage an excellent introduction to 
                her inner state. The meeting of Governess 
                with Mrs Grose (Diana Montague) and 
                the children, and the passages immediately 
                beforehand prepare us for Montague's 
                agile yet strong assumption of the part. 
                There is something special in the way 
                she greets the children '... this must 
                be Flora ... and Miles', the 
                emphasis surely prophetic. 
              
 
              
Having impressed so 
                much in the Prologue, Padmore does not 
                disappoint elsewhere. Make-up and costume 
                should be noticed, too, for when he 
                is seen peering through the window he 
                does look genuinely insane - as the 
                children sing 'Tom, Tom the piper's 
                son' in Act 1. His calls to Miles are 
                at once inviting and blood-curdlingly 
                sinister. His partner in death, Miss 
                Jessel (Catrin Wyn Davies) is entirely 
                his match and she exhibits a superb 
                lower range in the process. 
              
 
              
Diana Montague is just 
                as superb as her colleagues as Mrs Grose. 
                Only her outburst, 'Dear God is there 
                no end to his dreadful ways?', which 
                is intercut with shots of corpses, could 
                have sent even more shivers down the 
                back. That said, the conversation here 
                the Governess, shot in sepia, is miraculously 
                intense. 
              
 
              
Of the two children 
                it is of course Miles who has the lion's 
                share, and Nicholas Kirby Johnson is 
                truly excellent. His rendition of the 
                important 'Malo' tune is heart-rending, 
                the fragility of his voice entirely 
                appropriate. Yet as a twosome they impress, 
                too - as in the Act 1 lesson. The close 
                of the opera is ultra-touching. Britten 
                ensures, compositionally, that its emotive 
                appeal is all but indestructible, but 
                heightened in this way it becomes truly 
                unforgettable. 
              
 
              
Richard Hickox impresses 
                on this occasion more than ever before. 
                He seems intent on bringing out the 
                Stravinskian, brittle side of Britten's 
                writing. Soldier's Tale sprang 
                to mind on plenty of occasions. Places 
                of repose are beautifully caught, although 
                at one point (track 5), the extended 
                interlude is used to underpin misty 
                shots of nature, with Miss Jessel (from 
                the waist down) strolling amongst them. 
                Only at this point was there the impression 
                that Britten's evocative writing became 
                accompanying film music ... although 
                it has to be admitted that the sunlight 
                at the Governess' 'How beautiful it 
                is' works marvellously after this. The 
                pared-down City of London Sinfonia seem 
                not to put a foot wrong throughout. 
              
 
              
In keeping with the 
                feeling of 'focus' of this product, 
                there are no gimmicky extras. A spoken 
                synopsis is well-delivered, and there 
                are some photos of the cast. Nothing 
                more is needed. 
              
 Colin Clarke