Thanks for the link, though; listening to it, it immediately became
obvious that Adam Lambert had used Ainsley's recording as his model.
(But again I prefer Lambert's voice.)
Hi Derek: For over a decade, I’ve enjoyed via VHS the 1992 Met La Fanciulla del West with Barbara Daniels, Placido Domingo, and Sherrill Milnes. I was in no hurry to view other versions as, in my opinion, the stellar cast of that production could hardly be bettered. However, I couldn’t resist your recommendation of the 2005 DVD with Daniella Dessi, Fabio Armiliato, and Lucio Gallo. I ordered a copy, which I received and viewed last week. It does not disappoint.
By and
large, I agree with your comments on the production and the three principals,
but I’d like to weigh in with a few of my own.
Fabio
Armiliato has a disconcerting tendency to make small facial movements at inopportune
moments. Are those tics or simply part of his physical method of voice
production? By the way, his “No, Minnie, non piangete” has been playing in my
mind since I heard it last week.
You wrote
that Dessi was a slightly long-in-the-tooth Minnie. How old is Minnie anyway? The
libretto doesn’t say, but years ago I found this description of her by New York critic Anthony Tommasini: “Minnie is a self-made woman who espouses
feminist sentiments…she has settled in California,
started her own successful business [a gambling-house and tavern] and devoted
herself to the miners.” From this I infer that the gun-toting, poker-playing,
Bible-quoting Minnie, though proudly virginal and romantically idealistic, is
no ingenue. The clincher is Barbara Daniels’s statement in an interview (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2epHp050vyo)
that she sees Minnie as a
woman no longer young, and that stage director Giancarlo Del Monaco thinks she could be in her mid-thirties
or mid-forties.
By
contrast, Ramerrez/Johnson, for all his fearsome reputation and worldly-wise
persona, has been described by Placido Domingo as “a young boy.” Just how young
may be gleaned, I think, from Johnson’s aria “Or son sei mesi”, which
translates in part:
My father died just six months ago,
And then I knew!
The only heritage for my mother,
For my brothers, to face the future,
The only thing he left us,
Was a gang of road-agents and robbers!
Based on this, I’d put Johnson’s age at late teens or early twenties when his father died. It’s conceivable that he was then away at school in the East, where he had acquired the polish and sophistication that Minnie now intensely admires in him. Any older, especially if he lived at home, and he would have to be pretty dense not to know where his family’s income was coming from. If my interpretation is correct, it is Armiliato, rather than Dessi, who is a bit too long in the tooth for his role. Ah, but this is opera! If one can suspend disbelief watching Montserrat Caballe dance the dance of the seven veils as the teenage antiheroine in Salome, one can easily overlook the matter of age in Armiliato’s (and Domingo’s as well as Giordani’s) portrayal of Dick Johnson.
I wish the baritone playing the miner Sonora had a more imposing stage presence. It is Sonora who, ignoring Rance and dominating the crowd by sheer force of will, defends Johnson’s right to speak when the bandit’s request to speak of Minnie before he dies is met with angry refusal by the lynch-mob. Later, when Minnie pleads with the miners to forgive Johnson and spare his life, Sonora is the first, and for a time the only, miner to come around to her side. Minnie’s pleas polarize the miners, and even when she starts calling in the favors they owe her, they remain divided. It is Sonora who finally sways the decision by talking to the men individually and then appealing to them as a group, not only for Minnie’s sake but also for his own: “Per lei, per me, lo fate!’ A masterstroke of leadership! For me, the most poignant moment in the opera is when Sonora, transcending his own overwhelming desire to marry Minnie, cuts the rope binding Johnson’s hands and tearfully turns him over to her with the words, “In nome di tutti, io te lo dono (In the name of all, I give him to you).” There are several lump-in-the-throat moments in the opera, but this is the one that brings tears to my eyes. Unfortunately, the low-key performance of the Sonora in this Torre del Lago La Fanciulla fails to do justice to the character’s nobility and his pivotal role in bringing about the happy ending. Ditto for the Sonora in the 1992 Met production. When the 2010 Met production with Giordani and Voight is released in DVD format, I plan to get a copy to see what leading American baritone Dwayne Croft does with the role.
Funny, but critics and reviewers writing about La Fanciulla del West, including the respected Anthony Tommasini, almost invariably have Minnie and Johnson riding/walking off into the sunset at the end of the opera, despite the fact that the productions they are reviewing set the last scene in the early dawn as specified in the libretto. This just goes to show how indelibly clichéd images from Western movies are etched in people’s minds.
Cheers,
Lou
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1CL4GuKJ4c&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHupIm9bT94
If you love opera and is unfamiliar with La Fanciulla, do yourself a favor and check out the above links. Puccini’s underappreciated “spaghetti Western” may surprise you with its power to stir and thrill as surely as any opera warhorse.
Derek: Thanks to the passage you quoted from Belasco’s novel (I subsequently read the whole novel online), I need no further proof that Minnie is a young woman -- I’d say middle twenties, tops. What a relief to find confirmation that “the Girl” is not a female cradle snatcher! Apparently neither Barbara Daniels nor Giancarlo del Monaco had read the above passage, let alone the novel.
Like you, I agonize between the 1992 Met version and the Dessi/Armiliato production. The former has held sway over my taste for so long that it’s hard to nudge it aside. On the one hand, Armiliato has taste and style and his interplay with Dessi is so believable. On the other hand, Daniels is such a natural for the role, dramatically speaking, and Armiliato has nothing on Domingo’s virile charisma, which is so palpable from the moment he makes his knockout grand entrance. I think I’ll just leave it at that for now. As for the sets, I'm with you there 100%. I think the designer went over the edge with those dinosaurian bones.
Albert Innaurato’s comment that the supporting cast of the 1983 Covent Garden seem to think that they’re in a G&S operetta made me smile. The way they move does suggest that to some extent. But I can also see how, as another seasoned critic observes, the “collection of sharp-featured bewhiskered British faces in the Polka Saloon gives the opera a distinctly Dickensian flavor.”
Cheers,
Lou