A nightmarish, sickening fantasy – with luxury casting.
         
        "Not suitable for under-18’s" 
          warns the publicity material – can this really be lovable ol’ Uncle 
          Offenbach of "Can-Can" fame? Dmitry Bertmann’s Helikon production 
          (revived from 1997) mines the macabre and stomach-turning in the Barbier-Carre 
          libretto to create something close to an "Opera Nasty". Nastiest 
          of all of Hoffmann’s four disastrous female encounters is the Antonia 
          scene… the daughter of a famous soprano longs to assume the mantle of 
          her dead mother, but is forbidden to sing due to a fatal lung condition. 
          To prevent Hoffmann getting the girl, the evil Dr Miracle conjures-up 
          a vision of Antonia’s mother, and blackmails her into singing herself 
          to death. An on-stage TV-monitor shows cheesy "top c’s and tiaras" 
          scenes of her famous mother in operetta, inter-cut with a cardiograph 
          that hits flat-line as the helpless girl collapses…. Alissa Gitsba 
          literally sung her heart out in the role.
        
          This was dream casting – nearly every role was covered superbly. Nikolai 
          Dorozhkin stars as the drink-sodden fantasist, and his voice sits 
          ideally for this high-set lyric role. Partnering him as his "science-fiction 
          twin", identically dressed, is Svetlana Rossiyskaya as Niklaus 
          – a stunning vocal performance by any standards. Tatiana Kuinji 
          inevitably brought the house down with the Olympia numbers, a gift to 
          any coloratura soprano, and Ekaterina Oblezova enjoyed similar 
          success as Julietta. Sergei Toptygin seemed to bluster in the four-in-one 
          baritone roles, and couldn’t find the menace behind his words – meanwhile 
          Andrei Vylegzhanin seemed wasted as Luther, and one has to wonder how 
          this casting was reached?
        
        It’s a longer evening than the 
          average Hoffmann, being conducted from the Oeser edition, assembled 
          in 1981, and utilising practically all of the material Offenbach produced, 
          edited, inserted, cut – striving to reach the "perfect" version 
          that death put beyond his reach. The role of Niklaus/Muse is enormously 
          increased – he/she has almost more material than Hoffmann himself. Bertmann 
          leaves their relationship ambivalent – is he/she his dream, his imagined 
          love, or some asexual inspiration as the "Muse"? After four 
          acts of highly credible androgyne from Rossiyskaya, there’s a final 
          moment which hints at either homosexuality or transvestism – the jury 
          is out as the curtain falls.
        
        Alexander Volushuk coaxed 
          sweetness and delicate French style from the Helikon Orchestra. Inventive 
          scenery and costumes from resident team Nezhny and Tulubieva cannot 
          conceal how hopelessly inadequate this theatre building is. The orchestra 
          occupy what ought to be the front stalls; the stage is 3 metres deep; 
          scenery remains fixed in place since it is built on the spot; there 
          are no curtains and no flies. Bertmann’s company are victims of their 
          own outstanding abilities. By proving that it’s possible to achieve 
          world-class standards in abysmal conditions, they seem fated to be forced 
          to continue doing so; whilst frankly incompetent ensembles enjoy purpose-built 
          facilities in which to perform to their aunties and empty seats.
        
        Neil McGowan