Saturday, January 2 2016
Sydney Opera House, Sydney, Australia
Presented by Opera Australia
Carlo Montanaro, conductor
Gale Edwards, director
Natalie Aroyan, Mimì
Yosep Kang, Rodolfo
Lorina Gore, Musetta
Andrew Jones, Marcello
Richard Anderson, Colline
Puccini, La bohème (1896)
Happy New Year from Sydney!
Sometimes you go to work on Monday expecting it to just be another Monday. In fact, you always do, even this past Monday, when you knew full well that it wouldn’t be. Still, how things unfold surprises you, and suddenly you find yourself with some time off. Moreover, the Italy trip that you had been planning for the holidays suddenly seems inadequate, like you need something further out of your comfort zone. So one thing leads to another and ten days later you are in the other hemisphere.
To the extent that I had planned for this trip, I had meant to only admire the Sydney Opera House from afar. But when the opportunity presents itself to see an opera in the world’s most famous opera house, how can one not go for it? So standing room only ticket to La bohème it is.
I’m not generally a fan or connoisseur of operas, and La bohème is the famous Puccini work that I’m least familiar with, despite all the modern knockoffs that it inspired from Moulin Rouge to Rent. Actually I see a lot of Les Mis, too, with Mimi busting out arias from her death bed. It’s a story as old as time, after all, that the poor fall in love and die. I think most people prefer operas to instrumental music because the story, staging, and acting all make the music less boring, but for me operas take the interpretation out and forces too much suspension of belief. Take the second act, for instance–are we to believe that a man would tell a woman that he loves her merely minutes after meeting her? Moreover, we are told over and over how angelic Mimi is, but all we hear is her whining, which not only takes away from the impact of her death, but it diminishes our sympathy for Rodolfo.
My lukewarm feelings about the source material and art form aside, I thought the production was excellent. The orchestra was more than competent, and Rodolfo, on man, his voice was so luxurious that it’s believable one can fall in love with it on the spot. I had never heard a voice like that, so much that whenever he sang, he took my mind off my aching feet. Sounds corny, but it’s true. The supporting cast was fantastic as well, especially Marcello and Musetta, whose overstated performances punctuated the production perfectly. Mimi was the lone weak link, though her voice did come alive for her swan song in the final act.
By the somber finale, Puccini had gone through his recycling of the Turandot score (or is it the other way around?), and Rodolfo’s soulful voice had elevated the concert to my most unforgettable opera experience ever. Having stood for hours next to opera-goers sitting comfortably in seats costing hundreds of dollars, I could barely drag my tired soles back to the hostel. Kind of fitting, considering the subject of La bohème.