Tosca: Opera In Three Acts
By Giacomo Puccini
Presented by Ellen Kent Opera
Libretto Luigi Illica,Giuseppe Giacoso
22nd March 2016
Alyona Kistenyova - Floria Tosca, Celebrated
Opera Singer (Soprano)
Vitalii Listenyova - Mario Cavaradossi,
Artist (Tenor)
Vladimir Dragos - Baron Scarpia, Chief
of Police (Baritone)
Vasyl Vasylenko - Conductor
Reviewed by
Rome 1800. Political tensions are running high. Napoleon seeks to undermine
the old order and things will never be the same again. As the lights dim
three dark and threatening notes in the orchestra pit foreshadow what
is to come.....
Cavaradossi is blissfully at work on a portrait of The Madonna inside
the Church of San't Andrea della Valle, when in bursts an escaped prisoner
Ancellotti (bass), brother to the woman in the picture and seeking sanctuary
from his friend. The painter offers food and a place to hide. When Tosca
is heard outside the painter is alone again on his scaffolding, as she
enters seeking a liaison with her lover, whilst admonishing him for not
giving the portrait her own dark eyes. In song he mollifies her before
leaving.
Hot on the trail the villainous Scarpia enters to question the Sacristan
on events. He sows the seeds of doubt in Tosca's mind about her lover's
affiliation, at the same time turning his own nefarious thoughts towards
her. Act One closes with Church and State singing a Te Deum 'Tosca You
Make Me Forget Even God!' in a darkly ominous chorus.
Strangely Tosca's stand out aria Vissi D'arte ('I Lived For Art'), was
the only one to receive spontaneous applause, as she repulsed Scarpia's
advances in the Palazzo Farnesse. That is until she hears her lover being
tortured after his capture in the search for the now dead fugitive. She
will submit to the Police Chief's wishes if Caravadossi is given safe
conduct in writing. He accedes to this by promising a sham firing squad
execution, upon which he is stabbed through the heart; 'Tosca's Kiss!
she hisses.'
Act Three has the painter soliloquising in the death cell before his
heartrending aria 'E Lucevan Le Stelle' (And The Stars Shone') expressing
his love for the diva who arrives with the pardon; but treachery is at
hand. 'Ecco Un Artista!', (What An Actor!) she intones before realising
the fired bullets were real. As Police Agent Spollettan n (tenor), enters
on her own case, she throws herself of the Castle Sant' Angelo ramparts
to complete the tragedy.
That's the bones of an increasingly engrossing evening, but what of the
performance?
As the musicians accclimatised to the demands of the huge stage and auditorium
the crowd of around 1000, for Artistic Director and Producer Ellen Kent's
latest offering to hit Liverpool, warmed well to her Touring Company's
combined efforts while listening to some of the most popular arias and
music in the Operatic cannon.
Tonight's leading lady and her idealistic lover both performed their
dramatic roles and sang well, the soprano looking and sounding every inch
the part. The evil baritone perhaps not totally producing all that the
thuggish roll demanded of him.
Mention too must go to the concave stage set design which was effective
in representing interior and external scenarios with little rearrangement
or adornment. However the blood red drapes, wine, tablecloth and the diva's
stunning ill-fated assignation dress in the dining room encounter presaged
the emotional tumult to come. St Peter's Dome added depth to the battlement
wall finale while the whole cast was able to easily fit into the serried
ranks in the the collective church scene.
The surtitles, while not everyone's glass of Valpolicella ensured that
no-one missed out on the plot if they could not get to the bar in the
intervals.
All in all the performance rattled along capturing the action and most
pertinent recitative. If you had payed you would have got your money's
worth and there is plenty of time still to see this production as it continues
to bring opera to an increasing number of people around the UK. As the
cast, including tonight's conductor took the applause contented murmurs
proceeded me to the exit. See you next year.
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