The English director’s radical recasting of Bartok’s symbolist grand guignol both convinces and moves us, thanks to the singers’ tremendous teamwork; human emotions rang true in exchanges that had the immediacy of everyday speech.
Bluebeard’s celebrated seven doors became a suitcase, full of reminders. Various objects came out of it, from a golden scarf to a spill of books, introducing actors who portray aspects of Judith’s past. These precious moments are dressed in Bartok’s finest orchestral array, xylophone and celesta shimmer, resounding major chords become sonic thunder thanks to the town hall organ.
Evans revealed in a pre-concert talk that New Zealand audiences have been the only ones to experience this production with a full orchestra, leading one to wonder what it might gain dramatically in a more intimate presentation, with small chamber ensemble.
Yet it was a glorious vindication of the visceral power of opera and, visually, the orchestra itself, looming over the singers, proved more chilling than any foreboding castle, made more so by Jake Wiltshire’s inventive lighting. It was certainly a timely rebuff to Timothee Chalamet for his recent misjudged remarks on the art form’s shortcomings.
The Auckland Arts Festival’s next musical guest is the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra on Thursday and Friday, presenting standard Russian repertoire by Tchaikovsky and Rachmaninov together with less familiar Chinese composers.