A production of Berlioz’s Trojan epic is always a 
    special event, but 
Les Troyens at the Royal Opera House in 2012 was 
    particularly so, for two reasons. Firstly, it was a centrepiece of the house’s 
    celebrations for the London Olympics and had a special billing in the programme 
    for the nationwide Cultural Olympiad of that year. I remember reading somewhere 
    a comment from Sir Antonio Pappano - the Royal Opera’s music director 
    and conductor of this production - that the two most challenging things an 
    opera house could stage are 
Les Troyens and Wagner’s 
Ring 
    and that it spoke volumes for Covent Garden that they were staging both within 
    a couple of months. The second reason is that Covent Garden has a particularly 
    special place in this opera’s performance history. During Berlioz’s 
    own day the opera was chopped in two. Berlioz himself never saw the first 
    two acts, renamed 
The Capture of Troy. Instead, the 
Théâtre-Lyrique 
    put on the last three acts as 
The Trojans at Carthage, making a nonsense 
    of the 
Grand Opéra tradition in which the composer was writing, 
    and even then playing around with the text and score. It was assumed that 
    the opera as originally written was unperformable, until the Royal Opera House 
    gave the first, nearly complete performance of the five-act version in 1957, 
    directed by John Gielgud and conducted by Rafael Kubelik - a recording now 
    exists on Testament SBT41443. Colin Davis’s equally legendary performance 
    of 1969 led to a recording for Philips (E4756661), and this, together with 
    his LSO Live performance of 2000 (
LSO0010), 
    remains the yardstick against which other performances have since been judged. 
    All of which is to say that the Royal Opera House has unique history with 
    and pedigree in this work, so a new production is a special event. 
      
    The production consequently had a huge amount of anticipation surrounding 
    it, dimmed only slightly when Jonas Kaufmann - who was due to sing the role 
    of Aeneas - had to withdraw due to illness. I attended the last night of the 
    run, and the excitement was palpable, evidenced by the special, double-size 
    souvenir programme the ROH produced. I also remember noticing that this is 
    the only production I’ve seen at Covent Garden where the 
entire 
    proscenium was used, even removing the royal crest at the top so as to allow 
    even more of the vast set to be seen. It was epic to behold, exciting to listen 
    to and exhilarating to be a part of, and a lot of that excitement comes through 
    when you watch it on DVD. 
      
    That sense of the epic is the first thing that hits you when the curtain goes 
    up and, indeed, Es Devlin’s set designs are brilliantly realised and 
    effectively done. She gives a brief explanation of them in an extra film, 
    by the way. The stage is dominated by a vast, metallic, convex wall, symbolising 
    the walls of Troy which dominate the story of 
The Iliad. It’s 
    more than three stories tall, filling the height of the stage, and it opens 
    up to reveal the processions of the people as well as the horse itself. The 
    horse, whose picture appears on the DVD cover, is composed of material that 
    the Greeks would have left over after ten years of war, the detritus of battle, 
    primarily. Its large scale is very impressive, even more so on the screen 
    than it was in the theatre because of a more comprehensive sense of the human 
    perspective alongside it. Director David McVicar appears to set the Trojan 
    acts in the time of the opera’s composition: the 1850s. There doesn’t 
    seem to be any reason for this, but at least it’s a unifying trope that 
    doesn’t get in the way. The first two acts are dark, metallic and monochromatic. 
    The Carthaginian acts, on the other hand, are full of bright colours and washed 
    with Mediterranean sunshine. The set for these acts is the 
other side 
    of the drum and, drawing inspiration from the description in the 
Aeneid, 
    it depicts Dido as the Queen Bee at the centre of the honeycomb of the city. 
    
      
    The sets, and the contrasts of the settings, are key to the staging’s 
    success because McVicar and Devlin are not afraid to embrace the all-important 
    sense of epic that sets this opera apart as something special. The more intimate 
    moments also work very well, too, most notably the nocturnal scenes of Act 
    4, lit ever so delicately and flushed with dark shades of blue to depict the 
    ravishing beauty of the night of love. In this scene in particular the music 
    and the visuals fit one another absolutely perfectly. The only two misfires 
    occur in Act 5. Firstly, the second scene, with Dido’s reaction to the 
    Trojans’ departure, occurs at the front of the stage before a blank 
    backdrop, a rather reductive effect in the company of all else that has gone 
    on. Secondly, and rather bizarrely, during the final chorus of the Carthaginians, 
    after Dido’s suicide, we see a humanoid iron giant, clearly a relative 
    of the horse, appearing at the back of the set. It’s incongruous, unnecessary, 
    and somewhat out of place. It actually took me entirely by surprise: I must 
    have blanked it out after the evening in the theatre. Two mistakes in a huge 
    work like this is entirely forgivable, though, and McVicar and Devlin deserve 
    credit for managing to pull the whole thing off so successfully. 
      
    The singing cast is first rate. Berlioz himself was deeply moved by the figure 
    of the doomed prophetess Cassandra and it pained him more than he could say 
    that he would never hear her music sung. I am sure, though, that he would 
    have been pleased with her portrayal by Anna Caterina Antonacci. She is a 
    magnificent Cassandra, worthy to compare with the best of them. She is a very 
    gifted tragedian as well as a superb singer, and her acting skills are helped 
    by Rousillon’s careful but not excessive use of close-up. Her opening 
    monologue is deeply moving, particularly the section where she sings of how 
    she will never be married and never find happiness. Her apocalyptic utterance 
    always stay on just the right side of hysteria. She then summons up true heroic 
    grandeur for the great suicide scene of Act 2. It is obvious why so many of 
    the Trojan women are keen to join her. Eva-Maria Westbroek’s Dido, on 
    the other hand, goes to the opposite pole. She is a quiet heroine: it is her 
    humanity and vulnerability that impress most, right from her initial duet 
    with Anna when she sings of her dead husband. It is very moving watching her 
    give in to Aeneas during the fourth act, but when the moment of reckoning 
    comes she sings “Je vais mourir” with determination, as a statement 
    of intent rather than as a passive victim. Her farewell to her city is very 
    touching, as is her ultimately futile suicide. Linking the two parts is the 
    thrilling Aeneas of Bryan Hymel. Listening to him you are never in any doubt 
    that you are listening to a 
hero, right from the moment in Act 1 when 
    he bursts onto the stage and tears breathlessly through the story of Laocoön’s 
    death. He is right inside the role and, as in 
Robert 
    le Diable, none of the tessitura holds any problems for him. He is 
    an electric presence in the battle cries of the second and third acts, and 
    the heroic ring at the top of his voice is thrilling, even in his final act 
    aria as he faces up to leaving Carthage. Only in the fourth act and the great 
    love duet do you miss a touch of honey or the sensual allure that would have 
    come from a voice like Kaufmann’s. No doubt Hymel will develop that 
    with time, and it didn’t prevent the final sequence of Act 4 from being 
    one of the finest moments in the opera. 
      
    The myriad other parts are all very well taken and they are never relegated 
    to “mere” support. Fabio Capitanucci brings both Italianate warmth 
    and French lyricism to the role of Coroebus. He makes a good deal out of the 
    role, making you more than usually sorry that the character has so little 
    future beyond the first act duet. Brindley Sherratt is a rich, sonorous elder 
    statesman in Narbal, and the veteran Robert Lloyd adds gravitas to his few 
    lines as Priam. Ed Lyon, normally a Baroque specialist, turns up surprisingly 
    but fairly convincingly as the sailor Hylas. It is gratifying to see so many 
    of the other roles taken so well by members of the Royal Opera’s own 
    young artist programme. Hanna Hipp is a uniquely characterful Anna. Jihoon 
    Kim booms his way convincingly through his brief appearances as Hector’s 
    ghost. Ji-Min Park sings Iopas’ aria very beautifully with his ringing 
    tenor. 
      
    The chorus are on cracking form throughout. Their grand invocation to the 
    gods in Act 1 really sets the scalp prickling. It’s here that you also 
    begin to grasp the epic vision that Pappano’s conducting brings to the 
    score. It helps, too, that the quality of the DTS surround sound is very good, 
    allowing every orchestral detail, down to the tinkling percussion, to be heard 
    clearly in the overall texture. The subsequent Laocoön chorus is every 
    bit as impressive in the precision and scale of its execution. The chorus 
    then throw on extra measures of warmth for the Carthaginian celebrations at 
    the start of Act 3 and add gentle balm to the twilit ensemble at the end of 
    Act 4. Throughout, they act as well as they sing so that the close-up of the 
    camera brings benefits rather than problems. 
      
    As befits the sense of a special occasion, Opus Arte have pushed the boat 
    out with the packaging for the set. The discs are housed in a pull-out wallet 
    and the booklet is more than usually lavish, containing plentiful photographs 
    and three essays from the original Covent Garden programme book, all fitted 
    into a glossy slip-case. I was a little disappointed with the extras, though, 
    which consist of a cast gallery, a brief interview with Es Devlin and a short 
    introduction to Acts 1, 3 and 5 from Pappano. He also features in a filmed 
    section from the “Insight Evening” that Covent Garden ran in the 
    run-up to the staging, but it isn’t much to write home about. You see 
    Pappano put two singers through an aria each, but this teaches you very little 
    about the music or the opera itself. I couldn’t help but wonder why 
    they didn’t film the 
entire Insight Evening and put that on as 
    an extra. That would surely have been informative and eminently possible. 
    Copyright restrictions, I wonder?  
      
    On the whole, though, this release is a triumph. It realises Berlioz’s 
    vision and reproduces an excellent production very well indeed. I haven’t 
    seen 
John 
    Eliot Gardiner’s DVD from the Paris Châtelet (also on Opus 
    Arte and also featuring Antonacci as Cassandra), but the Covent Garden performance 
    is infinitely more satisfying than the stultifyingly dull version from the 
    New York Met or the 
space-age 
    claptrap from Valencia. If you want 
Les Troyens on DVD, then you 
    can buy this one with confidence. 
      
    
Simon Thompson  
    
    A triumph.