For some reason it turns out that I have found a
particular focus on the opera “Cosi fan tutte.”
I have probably read more about that one opera than about any
others. Perhaps it is because I love it
so much and it is often unfairly maligned that I have sought to understand what
Da Ponte and Mozart were attempting to accomplish. So, I won’t repeat everything again. Instead please read these other essays that I
have written on this opera:
In
essence I argue that the original point of this work was to criticize current
18th century social conventions that placed women on a pedestal with
such high expectations that no mortal woman could ever possibly measure
up. The title says it all – “Cosi fan
tutte – Women are like that” - like
what? They are human beings, just like
men!
That said, the point of this article is to
reflect briefly on the current Cosi that was recently performed and broadcast
to cinemas of the Royal Opera House’s new production. This production is slated to come to the Met
in a season or two, which I have to say, is unfortunate. But let me give the spoiler alert warning. I am
going to reveal some things that you might want to save until you see it
yourself.
The foundational issue of this
production seems to be an attempt to redeem an opera that this director has
determined is simply no longer acceptable for 21st century
audiences. It is too silly, sexist,
mean-spirited, etc. – I suppose. How
else do you account for the altering of the title of the work in large lighted
letters at the end of the opera as Cosi
fan tutti ? We all are like
that! Yes, that is what da Ponte was
getting at in the first place. But just
within the context of his own society. After
all, that is the culture in which he lived, and all it takes is a little study
to understand the issues of gender roles, enlightenment, religion, social
standing and so forth that all have an impact on this libretto.
Back to the ROH production: in my
opinion the best singer on stage was Johannes-Martin Kraenzle who sang Don
Alfonso. He was even dressed
traditionally in 18th century garb with a sword at his side. The rest of the very youngish cast was
adequate but I didn’t feel were all that strong, with the exception of Corrine
Winters as Fiordiligi. The rest of the
cast, by the way, (and the chorus) were all dressed in 21st century
attire. They emerged from the audience
at the end of the curtain calls, which took place during the overture – at the
beginning of the opera! Yes, you read
that right! Don’t ask. It was all rather
perplexing, though I think the point was something along the lines that these
young modern kids were going to participate in a theater event, as
representatives of all the other hip and modern young people. It was all rather odd. But the bottom line is that there was no
deception in this production. Everyone
recognized everyone else. In fact, the
fake mustaches were removed by the middle of the 2nd act so there
was no surprise at all.
Well, that is all fine. It might even work except for one major
problem. The libretto doesn’t support
it. The denouement in the 2nd
act finale has the girls terrified and Despina hiding and then the boys reveal
the ruse. Except in this production
everyone knew from the start, so there was nothing to reveal. So, it was just a romp – I guess. (And what in the world was with signing the
marriage contracts in blood! I felt like
we had jumped into a production of “Faust” for a moment! Or maybe “Siegfried” –
blutbrudderschaft and all that!).
In short, I felt that the production
essentially negated the entire point of the opera. It was just a romp, a diversion, a play in
the course of relationship. That the
couples at the end were obviously now smitten with the opposite partner seemed
to me to lead to the conclusion that perhaps they’ll just have an open
relationship from now on and share and share alike. Ultimately it all doesn’t matter in the end –
Cosi fan tutti! So what? It is really a darn shame to unravel such a
wonderful work. Da Ponte was making a
statement about equality and humanity – this production simply turns everything
into a generic, playful romp where nothing really matters.
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