On my last night in Melbourne I have a ticket to see the last performance of “Carmen” by the Australian Opera at the State Theatre. There are banners and hoardings all over town advertising it. I’m drawn to it in the first place because the Shakespearean actor and director, John Bell, is directing it, his second foray into opera. I last saw him as Shylock in a theatre-in-the-round performance of “The merchant of Venice” at the Canberra aquarium in the early 1990s.
I dine beside the river – baked fish is tough, and meringue on dessert burnt. Not an auspicious beginning to the evening. I arrive early and find my door. As I look around I notice something familiar – a few of the Shoalhaven paintings of Arthur Boyd panelling the wall. I say to the usher “Are they originals?” They are. “They’re worth millions of dollars, and no one even notices them. And look. There’s a woman leaning on one.” She calls her boss who goes and charms the woman into apology. When I check the next morning I discover that there are not only fourteen Boyds, but a number of John Olsens and Roger Kemps at other entry points to the theatre. (The links don’t show the actual paintings in the theatre: it’s almost impossible to track down information about them.)
Then the doors open and I find myself looking down and down and down into the plush redness of the theatre. I clutch the wall as I descend steeply to my seat in the front row of the balcony, with a solid rail protruding in front of it to prevent me tipping myself into the auditorium in my enthusiasm for the performance. I’m at the side, but I have an excellent view of the stage and of the orchestra. The theatre fills, and the noises of anticipation increase: chatter and the tuning of instruments.
The curtain lifts on a scene I recognise from Sue’s photos of Havana: Bell has set his “Carmen” amongst the gangsters and military police of Cuba. I’m not sure my seat offers the best acoustics, but it gives me plenty of room and a good view as the story unfolds: Carmen playing her charms for all they’re worth and sensing her doom; Don José lovesick and savage; Micaëla demure and determined; Escamillo arrogant and self-obsessed. The chorus of boys is charming, one lad in particular tumbling and playing to the audience with delicious self-confidence.
The highlight for me, perversely, is a flute solo in the overture to the second half, but I also love the energy of the dancing; the shiny purple garb of the chief gangster; Don José’s battle between love and duty; and Carmen’s uncompromising desire for freedom.
Photos are snaffled with thanks from https://simonparrismaninchair.com/2017/05/05/opera-australia-carmen-review-melbourne-2017/
The singers are Rinat Shaham as Carmen; Dmytro Popov as Don José; Shane Lowrencev as Escamillo; and Stacey Alleaume as Micaëla.
restlessjo said:
P.S Sorry for demoting you to a small ‘m’ and I like the Boyds very much. 🙂 🙂
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morselsandscraps said:
Small “m” is classy!
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restlessjo said:
The Sage at Gateshead, where I saw ‘Meeting Fred’, is equally vertiginous, but not quite so colourful 🙂 🙂 Sounds like a grand finale, meg. I need to go back and check out the links. Wishing you a happy and fulfilling week. Not sure i want to come inspecting a snake skin up close? 😦 Squeamish hugs!
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morselsandscraps said:
“Vertiginous” is not something I seek out!
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desleyjane said:
Sounds like a marvellous evening. I hope you enjoyed your trip to Melbourne!
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morselsandscraps said:
Can’t you tell? I LOVED Melbourne. All the pleasures of an interesting place – and I could speak the language.
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desleyjane said:
So glad to hear it!!
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Lucid Gypsy said:
I love Carmen, saw a production on my fortieth birthday in Bristol, nowhere near as grand as this but still wonderful.
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morselsandscraps said:
A tumultuous way to celebrate 40!
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Kate said:
It sounds like a pretty wild production Meg. Your description of the theatre reminds me of the Theatre Royal in Windsor where you feel you could easily tip forward from the gods into the laps of people in the fancy seats!
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morselsandscraps said:
It was such a surprise when I thought I’d just approached via a minimal staircase. A bit like the experience of the Tardis.
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Kate said:
Ha, yes, a perfect image
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