TCHAIKOVSKY: Nutcracker Suite - Excerpts:
          Marche 
          Arabian Dance 
          Chinese Dance 
          Russian Dance 
          Waltz of the Flowers
          TCHAIKOVSKY: Piano Concerto No. 1
          TCHAIKOVSKY: Orchestral Suite No. 3 
        From the outset, Mikhail Pletnev’s painfully slow progress towards 
          the podium presaged his conducting for the entire evening: it was mannered 
          and contrived. Pletnev gave the impression of acting at conducting, 
          and his whole performance seemed to be directed more at the audience 
          than the orchestra. Throughout, his gestures ranged from sloppy to wilful 
          to downright arbitrary.
        The originally scheduled three excerpts from the incidental music to 
          Tchaikovsky’s The Snow Maiden was replaced by a Suite from The 
          Nutcracker. Pletnev’s conducting was largely rhythmically slack 
          and sluggish, making this music sound anything but balletic. He neither 
          understood the lilt of the music nor its tempi, which were frequently 
          erratic. None of Tchaikovsky’s vivacity and joie de vivre was 
          present and I never imagined I would find this delicious music sound 
          so dull and lumpen. Instead of giving the orchestra their head, he jerked 
          them back with a choke chain. I doubt whether any dancer would even 
          recognise this as the Nutcracker, let alone be able to dance to it. 
          The Philharmonia Orchestra just seemed cowed by their conductor’s approach 
          to it.
        
Boris 
          Berezovsky 
        Things took a turn for the better with the second offering - Tchaikovsky’s 
          Piano Concerto No.1. Boris Berezovsky was born and trained in Moscow, 
          winning the prestigious Gold Medal at the 1990 International Tchaikovsky 
          Competition, and his playing of this popular concerto was sufficiently 
          idiosyncratic to give this old War Horse new life. 
        His playing of the first movement Allegro non troppo e molto maestoso 
          alternated between manic attack and a delicate evanescence where the 
          notes melted into nothingness. Indeed, sometimes his playing was barely 
          audible and seemed on several occasions to have come to a halt. This 
          risky interpretation seemed to generate a nervous tension in the hall, 
          making an appreciative audience even more attentive.
        In the Adantino semplice Berezovsky took even greater risks, 
          producing further extremes in sound and dynamics. However, his masterly 
          technique and quicksilver finger work were let down somewhat by a sour 
          sounding ‘cello solo and very poor horn intonation. Again, Pletnev’s 
          conducting was painfully mannered.
        The Allegro con fuoco produced some wonderful dialogue between 
          pianist and woodwinds. This was the most successful movement, where 
          pianist and orchestra, and even the conductor, seemed more united. As 
          the work progressed, the tempo became so fast and furious it seemed 
          like a race to see who would finish first – pianist or conductor. This, 
          unlike the Nutcracker offering, drew enthusiastic applause.
        Tchaikovsky’s Suite No.3 had the Philharmonia playing with much more 
          commitment, with notably expressive playing from the violins. The first 
          two movements – in E minor – should sound wistful and elegiac yet be 
          conducted with an expressive urgency and forward drive. Again Pletnev 
          did his restraining routine, which merely broke the line of the music, 
          seriously impeding its flow. The opening of the Elégie: 
          Andantino molto cantabile was flat with the deep, throbbing, bass-line 
          pulse missing, Pletnev paying scant attention to the importance of the 
          double basses and ‘cellos.
        The divine Valse Mélancolique 
          did not have the essential sense of nostalgia and pathos, whilst the 
          Scherzo lacked rhythmic bite and drive, the side drum sounding 
          curiously hollow and brittle. The last movement, Tema con 12 variazioni, 
          was again pulled about by Pletnev’s messy and wilful conducting. In 
          Variation Seven – allegro vivace – the contribution of the violas 
          and ‘cellos was barely audible with both lacking body and attack. What 
          saved this performance from anarchy was the Seventh Variation with a 
          brief ‘chorale’ interlude for woodwind: here the Philharmonia woodwind 
          were in their element, producing exquisite playing of the highest order. 
          This was matched by the melancholic largo for cor anglais in Variation 
          8, which was beautifully done. 
        Between Variation 9 and Variation 10 we were treated to a cadenza for 
          solo violin, evocatively played by orchestra Leader Maya Iwabuchi – 
          an international soloist of great distinction. She gave the music the 
          essential rhythmic bite so lacking in Pletnev’s conducting. The Finale 
          – a Polonaise – was crudely rushed through, negating the celebratory, 
          triumphant grandeur, with the brass and some members of the percussion 
          section sounding bland and lacking focus: Peter Fry on the cymbals had 
          zero impact while the bass drum seemed too uninvolved. Only timpanist 
          Andrew Smith played with his customary cutting edge.
        Despite some wonderful woodwind playing throughout the evening, the 
          Philharmonia were let down (and held back) by very bad conducting. Pletnev 
          on occasion had this irritating and affected habit of not conducting 
          at all - just standing there: he never established a steady beat and 
          had little sense of the structure, line or metre in any of the three 
          works. 
        In the programme notes Pletnev is described as a "pianist, conductor 
          and composer". On the strength of this concert, and if he has other 
          strings to his bow, he should concentrate on those; conducting is certainly 
          not his forte. This concert was a depressing experience: great scores 
          sabotaged by a bad conductor.
        Alex Russell