By Show and Tell
By Bree Davies
By Bree Davies
By Cory Casciato
By Emilie Johnson
By Robin Edwards
By Bree Davis
By Josiah M. Hesse
Musically speaking, Rigoletto is by far the greatest of the three offerings. Perhaps I'm reflecting familial prejudice in saying so, but the wonderful, lively staging of this grand melodrama brought to mind my Italian grandmother's penchant for opera. She was not an educated woman, but she had opinions about all the great opera singers of her day. In the Italy of her childhood, everybody went to the opera, rich and poor, and everybody was a critic--or so she implied to me. Watching Central City's production of Rigoletto, which is sung in English, as are all the company's operas, I suddenly saw why it meant so much to her and why my own mother (now in her eighties) to this day gets dewy-eyed when she speaks of Placido Domingo's voice.
Opera, after all, is not meant to be that elitist art form most of the great American companies make it out to be. It is absolutely geared to the common man: It deals in love, honor, revenge and all the sins listed above, and the darkest human impulses run right along with terrific melodies through the canon. The fine thing, then, about Central City Opera is its accessibility--and its high standards for young singers.
Central City serves as a training ground for budding singers (known as the "apprentices") and also as a place for those singers who have already embarked on impressive careers but have not yet reached stardom to gain further experience (it can take as long as ten years for opera singers to reach the peak of their abilities). Standing in line or seated in the auditorium, it was a treat to eavesdrop on various patrons' opinions about who the greatest singers were of the season. Many of those who attend, particularly older people, have come many times before. They like the thrill of a great aria and an exuberant tale of woe. So did my grandmother, and so do I.
Rigoletto is based on Victor Hugo's angry play Le Roi s'amuse (Disney wasn't the first to make a musical of a Hugo story, though Verdi and lyricist Francesco Piave had more taste than to turn a tragedy into a comedy). It concerns a Renaissance-era Italian duke and his hunchbacked jester, Rigoletto, who, for obvious reasons, hates everybody except his closely guarded daughter, Gilda. The jester mocks the husbands of the women the licentious duke seduces, until one night a grieving father bursts in and denounces the duke for having dishonored his young daughter. When Rigoletto mocks the father and threatens the old man with prison for seditiously attacking the duke, the tormented man lays a "father's curse" on Rigoletto. And curses are taken very, very seriously in Italian opera.
First thing you know, the courtiers decide to punish the jester and abduct the young woman he guards, thinking the girl is the hunchback's mistress. Meanwhile, lovely Gilda has fallen for the duke, who has disguised himself as a poor student. When the courtiers grab her and take her to the palace, the lecherous monarch has his wicked way with her. It's not crystal clear whether it's seduction or rape, but the girl feels herself dishonored. Her father swears vengeance on the miscreant duke and hires an assassin. But revenge is not to be his, and tragedy ensues. Rigoletto is horribly punished, but the monstrous duke gets off scot-free.
Stephen Kechulius as Rigoletto is as skilled an actor as he is a singer. The young man carries age as if he's earned it, and when he contemplates the curse laid on his head or mourns his daughter's death, he moves us as much with his passion as with his full, round baritone. Lovely soprano Kathryn Gamberoni as Gilda projects innocence and affection with admirable clarity, and Adam Klein's nasty duke is both insidious and masterful--a real thrill to hear. But the most impressive actress of the whole season is young mezzo-soprano Jessie Raven, an apprentice who plays Maddalena, the sister of the assassin. Tall, striking and gutsy, she delivers power behind every note. Best of all from a theatrical point of view, she beams with stage presence--not only does she have a rich, gorgeous voice, but you can't take your eyes off her. She makes one mighty wench.
Lucky for us, Raven plays a slut again in the featherweight musical The New Moon, and it's a funnier, fuller role. Though this swashbuckler is as inane as musicals get and suffers from too many inconsistent performances, the show boasts absolutely delightful sets by Michael Anania and a couple of fabulous tunes. The showstopper in this case is "Softly, As in a Morning Sunrise," sung with fierce energy by tenor Richard Troxell as the woman-hating Phillipe. The words are all about the faithlessness of women, and it would be more appealing if the whole show, involving a shipboard mutiny, mass marriages and the founding of a new colony in the Virgin Islands, weren't so misogynistic. Love is thwarted almost to the end--though, this being a musical comedy, everybody gets his or hers eventually.