Idomeneo (Mozart) – COC, Tuesday May 18, 2010
“I don’t care for Mozart operas”. There, I’ve said it, and I’m glad. My tastes run so contrary to the easy-to-digest, predictable opera formulae that this composer used. I know I am in quite a minority but there it is – I need the more dramatic music and the diabolical plots of Richard Strauss, Richard Wagner, Verdi, Puccini, to make an opera evening come alive for me. Perhaps another way of saying it would be "pretty-pretty doesn't always work for me".
But this opera was in my series, and I can’t see any major opera company offering a series without Mozart, so there I was, for the most part, sitting in Ring 4 thinking to myself “when is this thing going to end?”. (For next season, we’ve ordered up a 4-pack instead of going full season, that way I don’t have to see The Magic Flute).
On to the presentation: listening to Isabel Bayrakdarian sing Ilia made the entire evening worthwhile for me. She blazed at the start of the opera, and she tore up the stage at the beginning of the third act. I couldn’t ask for more. That woman has it all. Hearing Bayrakdarian last night has prompted me to buy up tickets to her forthcoming TSO appearance. She will sing a gorgeous Ravel suite.
The other singers? Well, there was an absolutely wonderful performance by Paul Groves as the lead.
I couldn’t stand Szabo’s work, as Idamante. I just wanted to go home. Elettra (Wilson) was generally excellent but there were times she let me down.
The orchestra was wonderful. Bicket's skills match Olmi's (Otello) skills. The Idomeneo orchestration is larger than most Mozart operas, and I enjoyed that aspect.
The best fun of the evening was during the intermission. We decided to hang out on the fabulous all-glass catwalk outside of Ring 4. If you look toward the auditorium from the catwalk, you can gaze down and catch a dramatic view encompassing the main bar and the all-glass stairway to the heavens, all in one sweep. If you turn around in spot, you can see the fountains on University, or you can see the traffic movement mirrored on the slightly reflective ceiling surfaces of City Room (that was a brilliant stroke by the architect, maybe even an accident). Given that this was my favourite part of the evening, it doesn’t say much for the opera (for me), does it? I shook my little tush on that catwalk …. that’s what I’ll remember.
Next, and last of the season for me is Donizetti's Maria Stuarda and I can hardly wait, I love that opera.