Thank you, Melissa Hart for this wonderful report! Originally posted on the Register Guard blog.
During my stint as an opera major at UC Santa Cruz, I studied with the formidably talented music lecturer Patrice Maginnis. Visually impaired, she nevertheless hammered me for my unprofessional presentation as a sophomore in her repertoire class. “If I hear you smiling while you sing,” she told me once, “you’re out of here.”
I learned to take opera very, very seriously. So seriously, in fact, that it took me a minute to get the joke on Dec. 30 when Eugene Opera’s new musical director Andrew Bisantz — in a woefully under-publicized but exciting pre-performance talk about this season’s offering of Giacomo Puccini’s “La Bohème” — said of the opera’s character Rodolfo and his love for the poor seamstress Mimi, “He tries to light her candle when it blows out, which is a mixed metaphor if there ever was one.”
Puccini himself had an interesting sense of humor; he apparently got the idea for “La Bohème” after visiting the composer Ruggiero Leoncavallo who spoke of working on an opera based on Henri Murger’s work of fiction, “Scènes de la Vie de Bohème.” Puccini, also gravitating toward Murger’s stories of young artists struggling gaily to survive in the Latin Quarter of 19th century Paris, wrote his own opera based on the novel and made sure it premiered in Turin in 1896, a full year before Leoncavallo premiered his opera.
My former voice teacher might not have found fault with the libretto and music for one of the most popular operas of all time, but what would she have said upon discovering that baritone Michael Mayes, playing the painter Marcello, not only smiled while he sang, but minced and cavorted wrapped in a bedsheet in an exuberant Act IV performance that brought to mind the best of Monty Python in drag.
Numerous young people attended the opera on Thursday, the youngest being a ten-year old boy in a tie and fedora and a three year old who showed up late with her parents and disappeared (perhaps mercifully) after the first intermission. I imagine both the inexpensive youth/student tickets and the vibrant actors trumped any off-campus kegger they might otherwise have attended. Their eager chatter at intermission overshadowed my annoyance at an elderly woman in furs and diamonds who, upon sitting down to Bisantz’s pre-performance lecture, waved her hand dismissively and sneered, “I know all this already.”
Eugene’s “La Bohème” featured a fresh-faced, comely cast that bantered and high-kicked and otherwise frolicked with all the energy of UO freshmen living on Top Ramen but intoxicated by their newfound freedom to pursue painting and poetry and music along with l’amour. An audible gasp went up from the audience as the curtain rose on Act II to reveal a stunning tableau — snow falling on the principal actors surrounded by dozens of chorus members and child singers from the Oregon Festival Choirs against the backdrop of a painted canvas set depicting the Café Momus. And when Jill Gardner, scintillating as the coquette Musetta (“Her last name is Temptation”), took center stage with the flirtatious and famous melody “Quando me’n vo,” the people around me rewarded her with whoops of admiration.
Only one performance proved initially less than compelling — that of Yeghishe Manuchryan, who played the poet Rodolfo. In Act I, his aria “Che gelida manina” was supposed to seduce the sweet seamstress, but from where I sat, the orchestra swallowed Manuchryan’s voice and his character seemed less of a mesmerized suitor and more of a pained gentleman who — faced with the sudden appearance of a beautiful young woman — found himself suffering intestinal difficulties.
General Director Mark Beudert appeared before the second act to demystify the tenor’s performance, explaining that Manuchryan felt under the weather and wanted to apologize for any surprises we might experience in upcoming acts. Upon hearing this, the friend sitting beside me whispered, “Great, so he’s not going to get any better.”
But then he did get better, a whole lot better, and I could finally fathom why a beauty such as Emily Pulley’s Mimi, with her rich throaty soprano, might fall for the starving poet, clad as he was in a suit that looked downright funereal next to Marcello’s smashing red velvet coat.
The morning after the opera, I logged onto Facebook to find a discussion about the Eugene Opera’s performance of “La Bohème” already underway. My friend had posted the following: “Nothing like a night at the opera with Melissa Hart. Especially the hot chocolate!” causing another friend to respond, “What about the hot baritone?”
Truth be told, the Texan opera singer Michael Mayes looks like a movie star, a fact reinforced when I spotted him at Market of Choice that afternoon, but he can also act like nobody’s business. In a genre known for its singers’ tendency to “park and bark,” it’s Mayes and his fellow singers with their magnetic vitality that will pack theater seats full of devotees in skinny jeans and hipster fedoras, as well as those in furs and diamond earrings. As Bisantz pointed out, Eugene Opera’s rendition of “La Bohème” was both “pleasing and scrappy,” and most of the seats on orchestra-level were full.
But lest I imply that the four-act performance was simply a jovial romp through the Latin District with a quartet of oversexed young people, let me say here that the production offered moments of quiet and powerful poignancy. Near the end of the opera, Rodolfo and Marcello, back in their garret, threw down their respective pens and brushes and picked up the talismans left by their ladyloves. Rodolfo, clasping Mimi’s pink bonnet, stepped toward Marcello who held Musetta’s orange shawl, and the two men locked eyes in an instant fraught with longing and youth’s sudden insight into mature love.
Anyone who didn’t weep at Emily Pulley’s elegantly macabre consumptive death scene most likely wasn’t watching or — as a running buddy of mine confessed at the first intermission — had been dragged to the Hult Center on a date. This performance of “La Bohème,” which concluded Sunday, had the power to bring the Thursday night audience to its feet. As the actors took their final bows, I saw tears glistening in the eyes of the people around me … tears, and, yes, Professor Maginnis, smiles, as well.
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