BWW Review: Two Nights in Seville, Part 2 - a New Gypsy in Town for Met's CARMEN
It didn't strike me until the lights were going down for the start of CARMEN last Thursday that this was the second night in a row that Met audiences were being transported to the same town in sunny Spain. Truth be told, "sunny" is hardly an adjective I'd hardly use to describe Bizet's tragedy in the shadow of the bullring, while it's just about right for dizzy events of Rossini's charmer, IL BARBIERE DI SIVIGLIA, which I'd heard the night before.
The first night of the Met's CARMEN revival was tempestuous-and not in a good way. But as Shakespeare said, all's well that ends well.
It's that time of the year again, when the flu season gives artistic administrators big headaches, trying to fill in the blanks when a headliner calls in sick. CARMEN's been a particular headache, with mezzo Sophie Koch out of action in the title role after rehearsals had started and dropping out of her entire run. Luckily, Clementine Margaine--scheduled for the second cast--was on hand to step into her flamenco shoes for the first night--and all to follow--doing a bang-up job. (And she's French, like Koch, to boot, bringing the Gallic flavor that has been missing from the Met's gypsy for quite some time.)
As the tenor sings, "Carmen, je t'aime" ("Carmen, I love you") and that was how I felt about Margaine's performance. She understandably tiptoed into the first bit of the role, but soon had all the sparks she needed to bring this role to life. Her sultry voice and firm grip on the character made her a pleasure to hear, notably in the famed "Habanera" and "Seguidilla," and she was game for all the dance moves required in the second act's scene at Lillas Pastia's tavern. I'm sure she'll grow further into the role as the run goes on.
Still, on the first night, with cast changes in key roles, the overall performance didn't quite gel, in Sir Richard Eyre's production with Rob Howell's well-designed sets and costumes, and Peter Mumford's lighting. The performers sometimes felt like they were on a blind date. (I'm not sure what more the revival's stage direction, Jonathan Loy, could have done under the circumstances.)
That first night was also a no-show for tenor Marcelo Alvarez, scheduled for Carmen's slightly deranged lover, Don Jose; it must have been pretty late in the game, because there wasn't even time to print one of those "At this performance..." slips for the program. (An announcement was made before the overture.) Rafael Davila stepped in--likely with a recommendation from Met mainstay Placido Domingo, who conducted him in MANON LESCAUT in Valencia--and although he gave a game performance, I can't say that he matched Margaine. He has a big, burly voice, which can work in some parts of this opera, but he lacked nuance and his volume was tiring by end. As a last-minute addition and little time to know his Carmen, this Jose's great love song, "La fleur que tu m'avais jetée (The Flower Song, "The flower you threw to me")," didn't have the impact it needed.