dream and language
by Douglas Messerli
Jules Massenet (composer), Henri Cain
(libretto, based on the story by Charles Perreault) Cendrillon / 1899; the production I saw was the Metropolitan
Opera’s live HD production on April 29, 2018
Jules Massenet’s 1899 Cinderalla-based opera, Cendrillon, was a bit hit upon its
premiere at Paris’ Opéra-Comique; but only this year received a production for
the first time at New York’s Metropolitan Opera. Tastes changed early in the 20th
century, and Massenet’s beautiful scores, with their tributes to everyone from
Mendelsohn to Wagner, with a few stops for Mozart and Strauss along the way.
But the fact that Cendrillon had
never previously made it to Broadway seems to be a particularly sad event.
Fortunately, the great American mezzo-soprano, Joyce DiDonato
rediscovered the work (after it had performed by Frederica von Stade) more than
a decade ago and warmed up to it playing in a Laurent Pelly production (he also
designed the remarkable costumes) in Santa Fe, London, Brussels, and elsewhere.
As a regular in MET productions, it was perhaps inevitable that eventually
DiDonato would be featured in a production in New York, and we can now hope
that, given its great success, it may join the MET repertoire. Certainly, it
was visionary of the MET to include it their famed live HD series, which my
husband Howard and I saw yesterday in a Los Angeles movie theater, and which
may help make it a production which audiences will embrace. Clearly, the elderly
audience with whom we saw it loved the production, and I think their
grandchildren might equally enjoy it.
Like Cocteau’s Belle, Massenet’s Lucette (Cinderalla’s real name in this
version) basically accepts her life as a cleaning woman to the vain stepmother,
Madame de la Haltière (the always wonderful Stephanie Blythe) and her
almost-idiot like stepsisters, dressed in comical-like balloon-like dresses
that evidently stand for the haute-couture of the day. In comparison, at least
in the early scenes, Lucette looks like a peasant woman from a Verdi opera. And
despite her hard life, she is deeply loved still by her weak-willed father,
Pandolfe (Laurent Naouri) who, after his wife’s death, inexplicably chose this
monstrous woman of what she claims is a royal background. It may be that his
little farm in the forest was simply not successful enough to pay the rent. Now
the man simply suffers for his horrible mistake, his daughter paying the
punishment for the crime.
Most of Lucette’s life, when she isn’t busy cleaning up the
story-book-like house—set designer Barbara de Limburg has covered the walls of
the constantly shifting rooms with phrases from the Perreault tale—is spent
sleeping and dreaming; and, in fact, she has a hard time, as we may as well, in
knowing whether her experiences are real or simply dreams.
It
is certainly a dream of an opera, with the soaring phrases of beauty, suddenly
transforming into more comic passages, and moving back again into glorious
romanticism, which conductor Bertrand de Billy described as “particularly
French in style.
One, moreover, cannot imagine a more remarkable cast: besides DiDonato,
Blythe, and the long-performing Naouri, the remarkable soprano Kathleen Kim
(playing The Fairy Godmother) and another regular MET performer Alice Coote
(who performs the “soprano de sentiment” role of Prince Charming). It may be
true, as The New York Times reviewer
Zachary Wolfe argues, that Coote’s “voice is too blunt to expand over the
score’s long lines,” but in the production I saw, she came off amazingly real
in her trouser role as the unhappy prince who cannot find anyone in his kingdom
to love. And when he does meet his love in the form of a surprise guest at the
ball, Lucette in a stunningly beautiful sequined white gown which gradually
cascades into darker colors at the bottom (all others are dressed in comically
outrageous versions of red) she/he sings in quite beautiful awe about the
event.
If
this Massenet work is about the confusion of dream and reality—there are long
periods when Lucette simply believes she has dream her entire visit to the ball
and her later encounter with the Prince in the forest—this version, at least,
is also all about hearing and language, the joy of being
Quite vindictively, it at first appears, The Fairy God Mother refuses to
let the loving couple see one another in the forest, only allowing them to hear
each other’s sad pleas. Yet that’s precisely the point. Hearing and reading
reality is what truly matters here, not action and adventures. The only
incredible actions in this work are Lucette’s flight from the ball at midnight,
whereupon she loses her shoe, and the impossible attempts to find the foot that
fits her glass slipper.
Otherwise, Cendrillon is a
work of poetical and musical wonderment. Eventually, The Fairy Godmother comes
to the rescue on a pile of large books. And Pelly’s and De Limburg’s direction
and sets put their faith on spectral elements, allowing the Perreault tale to
come alive in a way that Verdi or even the later Puccini, in their commitment
to realism, might never have been able to imagine.
The opera closes suddenly, since we already know the end, with the
chorus announcing that their tale has come to an end, the loveliest close to an
opera that one might ever imagine, the char-woman in the Prince’s arms and even
the terrible stepmother admitting—now that Lucette has found her own
royalty—that she truly loves her. If we don’t believe her one little bit, it
doesn’t matter. Cendrillon is a
fairy-tale, a thing of language, as the host, Ailyn Pérez announced early on
before the opera began, a much-needed tonic these days.
Los Angeles, April 29, 2018
Reprinted from USTheater, Opera, and Performance (April 2018).