Gioachino ROSSINI – Le Comte Ory
Original libretto by EugenĂš Scribe and Charles-Gaspard Delestre-Poirson, freely adapted for NZ Opera by Simon Phillips
NZ Opera June 2024, St.James Theatre, Wellington
Act One:Â Wade Kernot (Coach), Manase Latu (Count Ory), Moses MacKay (Raimbaud), NZ Opera Chorus â photo credit: Lewis Ferris
Cast: Manase Latu (Count Ory), Emma Pearson (Countess Adele), Hanna Hipp (Isolier), Moses Mackay (Raimbaud), Wade Kernot (Tutor/Coach), Andrea Creighton (Ragonde), Tayla Alexander (Alice)
New Zealand Opera Chorus Wellington /Te Whanganui-a-Tara
Orchestra Wellington (Concertmaster: Amalia Hall)
Brad Cohen (conductor)
Simon Phillips (director)
Tracy Grant Lord (set and costume designer)
Matthew Marshall (lighting designer)
Luka Venter (assistant conductor)
Matthew Kereama (assistant director)
St. Jamesâ Theatre, Wellington
Thursday 13th June, 2024
New Zealand Opera continues its progressive ânew lookâ agenda for 2024 under its new General Director Brad Cohen with a rarity for local audiences, Gioachino Rossiniâs penultimate opera, Le Comte Ory. Regarded by many as the composerâs comic masterpiece, the opera has a story whose exploration of sexual deception, disguise and manipulation not only adroitly ticks all the boxes of its own time and place, but responds remarkably well to a near-complete reworking in its relocation to Aotearoa New Zealand, with all of the associated updates necessary for the change of scenario amusingly (and in places disconcertingly) kicking in with a vengeance!
It took a while to win me over to director Simon Phillipsâ in places radical reworking of the librettoâs English translation (a French speaker would have been totally nonplussed attempting to marry a good deal of the words enunciated by the singers with the surtitle texts!), but I eventually âgave inâ to the idea â I think the moment of my actual capitulation was when the storyâs young and inveterately libidinous âCount Oryâ, posing as a spiritual guru at a wellness retreat for women, was spectacularly unmasked as his true lecherous self at the end of Act One by the appearance of his own rugby coach, plus team-mates, hot on his AWOL trail and intent upon returning him to âthe foldâ. This near-apocalyptic moment all but transfixed our sensibilities when the singersâ exclamation âCiel!â (Heavens!) appeared on the surtitle screen as âWhat the fâŠ.?â All reservations from that point onwards were made null and void by the sheer crypto-current impact of the subsequent revampings! My misgivings, despite themselves,  knew no more that evening!
Iâm still tickled by the thought of the transcription of the words âdu sang du Sarracinâ (the blood of the Saracens)  as âSpringboksâ bloodâ in the husbandsâ homeward message of triumph on the contemporary field of battle to their wives! In Act Two the updated amendments came thick and fast, most of them funky and to the point, even though some didnât seem worth the effort (one of them to do with âan over-forward forwardâ and another making reference to a âcoccyxâ) â and Oryâs slip of the tongue when first calling his sisterhood âthe squadâ didnât work as well as the originalâs faux pas âce sont euxâŠ..er, ce sont ells!â. A by-product of the surtitle rewritings was that I felt they became a kind of âreality TVâ in themselves in places, frequently taking our attention away from what the singers were actually doing with the words on the stage. Most of what Phillips came up with I enjoyed, but, as Iâve said, it was for me laid on a tad too thickly at times.
The rest of the updated on-stage detailings hardly missed a trick, with many a delightful and amusing touch â the birdsong right at the start, the âHi-de-hi!â welcoming entourage at the station, complete with a truly wonderful steam-train entrance, and the preponderance of cell-phones among the âguestsâ invited to the âChateau Whareoraâ. Word has spread regarding the presence of the âguruâ thanks to the efforts of his right-hand man, Raimbaud, who prepares for Oryâs entrance with a red carpet and coloured flags, and various âgiftsâ donated by people who have heard of the hermitâs âhealing powersâ and helpful advice. We meet Ragonde whoâs the PA for the Countess, and worried about both her mistressâs melancholic state and her own husbandâs continued absence, then afterwards Isolier, young, feminine and sporty, whoâs Oryâs personal physio, but in love with the Countess, and Tutor, the rugby team coach whoâs looking for Ory, having heard about the âguruâ and having his suspicions as to where âHorny McOryâ is.  Another red carpet entry, complete with photo-popping paparazzi, brings us the extremely chic Chateau-owner, Countess Adele, to the joy of the love-sick Isolier â but just as the goatish guru-in-residence thinks he has Adele at his fingertips and outmanoeuvred his rival, the Coach suddenly reappears and denounces Ory by revealing his true identity (see above!)âŠ.
Le Comte Ory – Act Two (beginning) – NZ Opera Chorus, with Emma Pearson (Countess Adele), Tayla Alexander (Alice) and Andrea Creighton (Ragonde)
The Second Act features Oryâs follow-up plan to gain access to the Countess, disguising himself and his teammates as women members of a local religious sect being pursued by the same Ory and his men. The so-called pilgrims are let into the lodge when a fierce storm breaks â wonderful sound and lighting effects – and the women/men are given shelter by the Countess and her women. Left to themselves the imposters show their true colours with a round of drinking songs (did Berlioz take a leaf out of Rossiniâs book here for his roistering  Auerbachâs Cellar Scene in âLa Damnation de Faustâ?) as all make merry while anticipating further sport afterwards (âThereâs nosh as well as potential nookieâ) but they retire at last. When Isolier arrives with news of the womensâ husbandsâ unexpectedly early return, she warns the Countess that in fact the pilgrims they are housing are Ory and his men in disguise! This is resolved by a delicious trio where the principal randy intruder is tricked into bed with the two women and then tied up, having to admit defeat and leave, taking his âentourageâ with him as (thanks to adroit changes behind the scenes) none other than the All Blacks (in traditional uniform to boot!) arrive home to their wives, as champions – and all is well.
Whatever oneâs opinion of the antipodean reworkings of the original scenario of the opera, one couldnât help but admire the zest, energy, enthusiasm and the palpable enjoyment that emanated from the St Jamesâ stage this evening â everybody I spoke with afterwards had that sense of experiencing something of what Simon Phillips called the vibrancy and amusement of human behaviourâs foibles in what theyâd seen and heard in this modern realisation of the opera. And as Phillips also put it, even if such treatment was not to some peopleâs taste they would still have revelled in what he called the âsheer virtuosity of this dazzlingly talented castâ in bringing the performance to life.
One couldnât help but reflect on how the transformation of the original operaâs time-and-place scenario resonated in the present, however unexpectedly and incidentally â simply the Countess Adeleâs idea at the beginning of the Act Two to provide shelter for whom she considered at first to be homeless people, and then more seriously refugees fleeing from oppression straightaway reflected contemporary situations of which we’ve been all too regularly made aware. And the librettoâs crudely reworked translations brought into focus a long-held feminist viewpoint that opera seems to regularly institutionalise the undoing of women as victims of male brutality; and that the âcalling outâ of certain attitudes and behaviours as exhibited by Count Ory for what they represent in a larger picture is in fact long overdue. The recent âme tooâ movement has also reflected a change in the balance of power regarding interaction between the sexes that these candid commentaries from both sides resoundingly echo.
In whatever sense, each cast member brought a distinctive quality of whole-heartedness to his or her role â as Count Ory, Manase Latu seemed to fill out every cubic measure of his character with roguish intention of a concupiscently self-serving kind, almost Falstaffian in his buffoonish scheming and ultimate humiliation â his voice impressively negotiated the numerous stratospheric notes in a way that readily conveyed his characterâs overweening confidence. Equally compelling was Emma Pearsonâs enticing portrayal of the Countess Adele, by turns confidently imperious and vulnerably girlish, and with a vocal armoury that seemed in charge of every emotion â an enthralling performance.
Oryâs partner-in-crime, Raimbaud, was sung by the mellifluous-voiced Moses Mackay, the first solo voice we heard in the opera, summoning the people who had gathered to attend to his master, his tones ringing and clear, his presence persuasive and credible. And in Act Two his retelling to the disguised âpilgrimsâ of his liquor-collecting adventure became a tour de force when echoed by the chorusâs enthusiastic interjections. Another voice we heard early on was that of Andrea Creightonâs with her steady, whole-hearted and ever-solicitous assumption of Ragonde, the Countessâs PR agent and confidante, one whose husband was among those absent on the âfield of battleâ, and, along with the other women, intrigued by the presence of the âholy manâ.
I enjoyed Hanna Hippâs whole-hearted Isolier, completely at ease with her characterâs delightfully equivocal function in the storyâs re-working of the âtrouser-roleâ practice common in opera, here as a same-sex would-be lover of the Countess. As in last yearâs âCosi fan tutteâ I found her singing and absorption of her character totally compelling, with her devotion to the Countess touching and resonant throughout. She also effectively established her connection as team masseur with Wade Kernotâs authoritative Coach, with whom she arrived at the resort, in search of the missing Ory, Wade Kernot then riveting us with his imposingly-voiced âtale of travailâ regarding his troublesome protĂ©gĂ©!
Rossini always writes engagingly and excitingly for his choruses in opera and âLe Comte Ory is no exception â particularly in the Second Act thereâs fun and games aplenty, which  the âWellington Chapterâ of the New Zealand Opera Chorus took to like the proverbial ducks to water. In terms both of singing and stage deportment, the singers achieved marvels of evocation, delighting us with their antics in all manifestations. Of course it was Michael Vinten in Wellington doing the honours as Chorus Director in his accustomedly splendid manner.
All of this, of course, was conceived, planned and executed with aplomb by director Simon Phillips, set and costume designer Tracy Grant Lord and lighting designer Matthew Marshall, whose efforts couldnât have helped but been admired in regard to their (at times) breathtaking daring but still ultimately well-grounded sense of what was possible to make work on a stage in Aotearoa New Zealand. As Oscar Wilde once put it, the important thing is âbeing talked aboutâ â and this is whatâs been here achieved.
As befits somebody whoâs actually made a recording as a conductor of this very work (Naxos 8.660207-08 – https://www.naxos.com/CatalogueDetail/?id=8.660207-08), conductor Brad Cohen (who also happens to be the current General Director of NZ Opera) seemed to bring to the performance all the musical and theatrical qualities needed to put across the zany escapades of the work with burning conviction. Perhaps the charm of a previous generation of Rossini conductors Iâve encountered on recordings (Vittorio Gui, Tulio Serafin, Carlo Maria Giulini) has been of late overshadowed by a more up-to-date snappiness of manner and generally higher-octane virtuosity among todayâs maestri and their musicians. That old-world charm is something I occasionally find myself again yearning for â but there was no doubting the brilliance of both individual and corporate skills from Cohen and Orchestra Wellington in the pit of the St.James Theatre on this particular night, garnering a well-earned tumult of applause and appreciative shouts at the workâs conclusion from an obviously well-satisfied audience.
David Morriss (bass), Pepe Becker (director, soprano), Douglas Mews (keyboards), Robert Oliver (bass viol)
                 Futuna Chapel, Karori
                                       Peter Clark