Going to a live performance at the Arena 
                di Verona and watching the same performance 
                on a TV screen are actually two diametrically 
                opposite experiences. On location one 
                can’t help being impressed by the sheer 
                size of the arena, the stage, the architectonically 
                grouped enormous choral forces and the 
                feeling of sitting there amidst 20,000 
                other opera-lovers during that mild 
                summer evening while the dark blue sky 
                becomes ever darker during the performance. 
                The downside is that what is normally 
                the core of any opera - the interplay 
                between the central characters, the 
                main conflicts - is more or less marginalized. 
                On TV the mass effects feel curiously 
                distanced, while the drama can sometimes 
                be transferred straight into one’s living 
                room provided the singers are good actors 
                who can stand close scrutiny from close-up 
                cameras. But since the projection and 
                the action is dimensioned to reach out 
                at least to the audience in the stalls 
                there is still much of a compromise. 
              
              In Nabucco, Verdi’s third opera 
                and his break-through work, the chorus 
                plays a central part, not only for singing 
                the piece that almost every person, 
                classically oriented or not, knew and 
                could hum a generation or so ago, the 
                Hebrew prisoners’ chorus, but also for 
                lots of massed singing passages all 
                through the opera; the chorus is almost 
                constantly on stage. At Verona this 
                is a problem, since the two hundred 
                singers have to be placed on the stairs 
                that provide most of the space and there 
                is very little a director can do to 
                create change. Once there the singers 
                can’t be expected to move around so 
                they are more or less a decorative back-drop, 
                beautifully positioned but not very 
                alive, and it gives quite an absurd 
                impression when in one scene some soldiers 
                are fighting while the chorus just stand 
                there, motionless. Luckily they sing 
                well and the chorus master, Corrado 
                Mirandola, who is not mentioned in the 
                credits on the back of the DVD box, 
                is worthy of great praise. 
              The acting from the main characters 
                is on the whole not much to write home 
                about, with one notable exception: Renato 
                Bruson. He is mostly quite restrained 
                when it comes to gestures but his face, 
                and especially his eyes, mirror the 
                different facets of his character. Whether 
                this carried out to the audience is 
                hard to tell. The others are fully content 
                to walk about and make some stock gestures 
                ... and I have to say that the costumes 
                in several cases make you smile instead 
                of conveying the tragic undertones of 
                the drama. 
                The singing is variable: Zaccaria, one 
                of the most grateful bass roles in the 
                operatic repertoire, is sung by Dimiter 
                Petkov, who is unsteady and worn. The 
                young Ellero d’Artegna who sings well 
                in the small role of High Priest, would 
                probably have been a better choice. 
                Ottavio Garaventa’s Ismaele is strained 
                and in his dynamic gear-box there is 
                only one gear: forte. Bruna Baglioni, 
                a sadly under-recorded singer, is a 
                good Fenena but the really superior 
                singing comes from Bruson and the impressive 
                Dimitrova. She has a bright and voluminous 
                voice with not a hint of a wobble, rare 
                indeed for big dramatic voices. Add 
                to this a rare sensitivity to nuances. 
                Abigaille’s great aria in the second 
                act is sung with restraint and dignity 
                and she delivers masterly diminuendos; 
                a highpoint in this performance. Together 
                with Bruson, the Nabucco – Abigaille 
                duet in act 3 is another highlight, 
                challenging the legendary Gobbi–Suliotis 
                recording from the sixties. And Bruson, 
                at the height of his powers around 1980, 
                has a magnificent voice: evenly produced, 
                voluminous, warm and rounded and with 
                a legato singing that made many commentators 
                liken him to Battistini - the highest 
                praise a baritone gan be given. He is 
                not such a superb voice-actor 
                as Tito Gobbi but as an instrument his 
                voice wins hands down. The great act 
                4 aria, Dio di Giuda, has probably 
                never been sung so well. These two singers 
                make this DVD a worthwhile buy and when 
                one tires of the not very inspiring 
                acting it can be played as a common 
                CD. 
              I think all the Verona DVDs, originally 
                released as videos in the 1980s (in 
                some cases I saw them on TV) start with 
                a kind of documentary showing the preparations 
                for the performance and the audience 
                coming to the arena. Also, very atmospherically, 
                we get the last few minutes before the 
                start of the performance, all those 
                thousands of candellini, little candles, 
                that are lit in the audience. At least 
                to someone who has experienced this 
                on-site it evokes pleasant memories. 
              
              Brian Large does what can be done to 
                get some life in the action, Maurizio 
                Arena ensures good playing from his 
                orchestral forces and the sound, without 
                being in any way special, never lets 
                the performance down. There are enough 
                cuing points to make it possible to 
                pick and choose among the titbits. There 
                is also a synopsis in the box. 
                Definitely not a desert-island DVD but 
                for Dimitrova’s and Bruson’s singing 
                well worth owning. 
              Göran Forsling