Owen Metsileng stars in Macbeth which is now playing at Aotea Square as part of Auckland Arts Festival. Photo / Dean Purcell
Owen Metsileng stars in Macbeth which is now playing at Aotea Square as part of Auckland Arts Festival. Photo / Dean Purcell
Verdi’s Macbeth uprooted from 11th century Scotland
Forget bleak Scottish moors, foreboding castles and cackling crones; Brett Bailey's Macbeth, one of the Auckland Arts Festival's topline imports, immerses us in the volatile brutalities of African politics.
Belgian composer Fabrizio Cassol has brilliantly pruned and re-focused Verdi's original opera.
You can thrill to Nobulumko Mngxekeza's Lady Macbeth, firingfull-power coloratura in her drinking song or wracked with guilt in the later sleepwalking scene, but empty heroics have gone and the avenging Macduff reduced to a mute messenger of vengeance.
The dramatic action takes place on a central stage, flanked by a small but vibrant chorus and a 12-piece band, creating a mood of hip, cross-cultural cabaret. We can be proud of this 12-piece ensemble, mostly drawn from the ranks of Auckland Philharmonia Orchestra.
Conductor Premil Petrovic guides the players from Palm Court Orchestra to bubbling Afro-minimalism, all tinged with an air of significant deconstruction.
Dramatically Macbeth is the equivalent of a book that you can't put down; a runaway wagon in a diamond mine.
The evening starts with Verdi's mournful fourth act chorus significantly translated as "Shattered country." The scene is set for the "witches" of the manipulative multi-national company HEXAGON, whose recurring appearances, inventively choreographed and sung, provide a connecting thread throughout.
South Africa's opera version of Macbeth playing at Aotea Square as part of the Auckland Arts Festival. Photo / Dean Purcell
Baritone Owen Metsileng's Macbeth, alongside Mngxekeza, is forceful as the flawed anti-hero, even drawing our sympathy in his final, shortened Pieta rispetto. Otto Maidi's Banquo is so good you wish he had been spared the assassin's sword.
Visually, Bailey tracks this descent into a Congolese heart of darkness with an eye for its ironies.
We meet Lady Macbeth at the Laundrette, and chuckle at the Macbeths celebrating power in camouflage wear, leopard skins and bling, with the glittering approbation of a mirror ball.
A central screen, behind the action, gives out still images, backgrounds and the occasional animation. Keep your eye on the surtitles, too, as Bailey's "translations" are amusingly peppered with expletives that you wouldn't find in a Covent Garden production.
Macbeth's provocative stir-up of opera and theatre is not to be missed, and one hopes that its two weekend performances see the "House Full" sign out in Aotea Square.
