A 
                  complete Don Giovanni squeezed into two compact discs 
                  and at budget price – what a bargain! It may seem so but there 
                  are some drawbacks.
                
It 
                  is complete as far as the music goes; it is performed here in 
                  the (original) Prague version with the two arias that Mozart 
                  wrote for the Vienna premiere added as an appendix. That is 
                  all to the good. However, to accommodate the opera on two brimful 
                  discs quite a lot of the  recitative has been omitted. In the 
                  second act not a single recitativo secco is retained until the 
                  one with Don Ottavio and Donna Anna that leads seamlessly into 
                  Donna Anna’s recitativo accompagnato: Crudele? Ah no, mio 
                  bene and her aria Non mi dir. We also get Don Ottavio’s 
                  few bars of recitative after the aria. And then the finale begins 
                  so we do get approximately the last half-hour unbroken. Otherwise 
                  the impression left is that one is listening to a highlights 
                  disc. The fact is that a lot of important information and action 
                  is in the recitatives. When shorn of this element one loses 
                  continuity. ‘But I hate those recitatives!’ I can hear some 
                  readers exclaim. People who are very close to me feel exactly 
                  the same, but opera is also theatre and without the recitatives 
                  there many musical numbers lose their sense and setting. Take 
                  for instance the scene in act two when Don Giovanni and Leporello 
                  change clothes so that Leporello can entice Donna Elvira away 
                  while Don Giovanni pays court to her chambermaid. The scene 
                  after the trio, when Leporello tries to imitate his master and 
                  gradually comes to enjoy the theatre while Elvira is again infatuated, 
                  is lovely comedy. Then Don Giovanni frightens them away and, 
                  when alone, he sings his serenade. Here the trio and the serenade 
                  succeed each other and immediately after the serenade Don Giovanni 
                  sings the aria where he instructs Masetto how to find Don Giovanni. 
                  It makes no sense if we don’t know the situation: that Masetto 
                  and his friends have encountered Don Giovanni and told him that 
                  they are going to catch the crook and hang him. And after the 
                  aria Don Giovanni beats up Masetto and leaves him groaning on 
                  the ground. Then Zerlina comes and soothes her poor fiancé, 
                  singing the aria Vedrai carino. Here we know nothing 
                  of this – we hear just a pretty aria. I could go on with more 
                  examples but I think this gives a clue as to what is missing.
                
Shouldn’t 
                  those who insist that recitatives are dull and that it is the 
                  music that counts jump at this offer? Scanning the cast-list, 
                  readers who have memories of the sixties, seventies, even the 
                  eighties, will recognize several famous names. The conductor 
                  is Daniel Barenboim and he is one of the most important today. 
                  I am afraid, though, that he is the one who lets this recording 
                  down most of all. With the excellent English Chamber Orchestra 
                  in the pit – no, they are of course in a studio – I would have 
                  expected a light and springy performance. Sadly it is, by and 
                  large, plodding and long-winded. Just recently I reviewed a 
                  re-issue of another Don Giovanni from the EMI back catalogue: 
                  Riccardo Muti’s with the Vienna Philharmonic. He was rather 
                  on the fast side and played very much on extremes of dynamic 
                  and sometimes of speed. This reading is quite the opposite. 
                  Take the sextet in the third act, one of the great ensembles 
                  in the history of opera: Muti keeps things moving all the time 
                  and catches the nervousness, the suspicion, the anger, the hatred. 
                  We feel the quick movements, the heartbeats; Barenboim’s singers 
                  get a lot more time to express their feelings but there is no 
                  thrill, rather a sense of boredom. The tempo marking is andante 
                  which can be interpreted in different ways, but Barenboim is 
                  closer to largo. In the last section of the ensemble, 
                  marked molto allegro he is at least close to that. Zerlina’s 
                  two arias usually make their mark; here they fail and it is 
                  not Helen Donath’s fault or at least not in the main. This young 
                  and fresh peasant girl sounds as though she has been partying 
                  the previous night when she sings Vedrai carino.
                
Not 
                  everything is so wayward, several numbers are well paced and 
                  well shaped but the general feeling is like the morning after 
                  the day before. With singers of this calibre there is however 
                  still a lot to admire. Helen Donath isn’t exactly glittering 
                  but her slightly fluttery light soprano is in good shape – if 
                  uninspired. Heather Harper is a strong and dramatic Donna Elvira, 
                  maybe too strong: one listens in vain for the vulnerability 
                  and the duality that is inherent in this unhappy character. 
                  Antigone Sgourda is the great surprise here. She creates a Donna 
                  Anna with the dramatic ring that the part requires but most 
                  of all she shows deep insight and sings with great sensitivity. 
                  Her angelic pianissimos go directly to the heart. She exposes 
                  the duality that is missing in Donna Elvira. Why she isn’t better 
                  known is an enigma. Googling resulted in 1580 hits but of the 
                  first 40 or so practically everyone referred to this recording.
                
On 
                  the male side there is a strong and expressive Masetto in the 
                  shape of Alberto Rinaldi, who has been a reliable singing actor 
                  for several decades. Peter Lagger is unfortunately a weak Commendatore 
                  and the impact of the finale is sadly diminished by the absence 
                  of a thundering Stone Guest. Luigi Alva, always elegant and 
                  stylish, sang Don Ottavio fifteen years earlier in the legendary 
                  Giulini recording. Having, just a couple of days ago, listened 
                  to his first Count Almaviva (1957) in Il barbiere di Siviglia 
                  – his signature role – it was obvious that the intervening eighteen 
                  years had left their mark on his voice. The musicality is still 
                  there and so is his honeyed pianissimo but the tone has hardened. 
                  His vibrato at forte is slightly annoying and in Il mio tesoro 
                  he is shaky on sustained notes though his runs are fluent enough.
                
We 
                  need to turn to Don Giovanni himself and his man servant. Roger 
                  Soyer is given as bass and Geraint Evans as baritone but both 
                  sound like bass-baritones. Without a libretto or a score it 
                  isn’t always clear who is singing what. Soyer has the more rounded 
                  voice and his is a strong but not particularly penetrating reading. 
                  He sings his serenade with liquid tone. The second stanza is 
                  honeyed and in the aria sung before beating up Masetto he has 
                  face. Geraint Evans has face in abundance. This is after all 
                  one of his signature roles. I have recently listened 
                  to a live Falstaff from 1957 and his Leporello from Covent Garden 
                  in 1962. I expected him to be rather dry of voice at this late 
                  stage, but I was wrong. Naturally it has aged from 1962 but 
                  so has his interpretation and the voice is slightly darker. 
                  His timing and expressivity is admirable and without any element 
                  of caricature he draws a very vivid portrait of the pitiable 
                  Leporello. The best reason for acquiring this set is certainly 
                  Geraint Evans and a rare opportunity to hear Antigone Sgourda.
                
In 
                  the inlay there is a photo of most of the ensemble in the control 
                  room. There are no texts and translations but a synopsis where 
                  the omitted recitatives are related in brackets. Thus it is 
                  possible to get some idea about the story. For those who feel 
                  they can live happily without recitative this may be the best 
                  of two worlds. If they sense that the quality of the singing 
                  and playing are to their liking, investing in this cheap twin-pack 
                  might be a good idea. Others are advised to look elsewhere. 
                  The aforementioned Muti set, albeit on three discs, is one suggestion. 
                  For a really quick performance there’s the highly recommendable 
                  Arnold Östman on Decca - also on two discs but with recitatives! 
                  The Naxos set under Halasz and with Bo Skovhus as a splendid 
                  Don, is a good middle-of-the-road version. I could easily list 
                  another half dozen.
                
There’s 
                  some good singing here but the recording is let down by lethargic 
                  tempos and the omission of most of the recitative.
                
Göran 
                  Forsling