BWW Reviews: Opera Philadelphia's A COFFIN IN EGYPT -- Von Stade is Wonderful, But It's Otherwise Mummified
It was the lyricist WS Gilbert who informed us that "Things are seldom what they seem; skim milk masquerades as cream." Composer Ricky Ian Gordon has given us the operatic version of Horton Foote's A COFFIN IN EGYPT, with libretto by Leonard Foglia (who also directs), a vehicle created to lure everyone's favorite mezzo, Frederica von Stade, out of retirement. As a reason to see and to hear von Stade, it needs no further excuse for existence; however, to call it opera, or to call it great, would be to disguise the skim milk as cream. It's a short (80 minutes) one-act musicale of some sort, not exactly opera but not exactly musical theatre; perhaps it is a tragic operetta.
Von Stade plays Myrtle Bledsoe, a woman of a certain age, and with, perhaps, a certain reputation. That von Stade is now 69, and came out of retirement to sing the ninety-year-old Myrtle - the production is all but a one-voice piece - is a blessing for those who love her, and even more so for those who may never have heard her before, as now is their opportunity. While she is not at her prime, neither is Myrtle, and von Stade in her comeback-of-sorts is more than most opera singers ever will be. The richness of her voice is still extraordinary.
A COFFIN IN EGYPT, a joint commission of Houston Grand Opera, the Wallis Annenberg Center, and Opera Philadelphia, is not a triumph. It is slight, and it is lacking. It is, however, as entertaining as Foote's original monologue from 1980 of the small-town Texan elder stateswoman and her marital and personal woes, if one isn't looking for a masterpiece. Among its drawbacks, however, is the "gospel chorus" of four singers who are singing African-American church hymns. Perhaps. Why perhaps? Because one will rarely hear a performance of such things with less soul than could be found here. The alleged gospel music might well have been a continual bel canto drone of "Abide With Me." If the purpose is to interrupt and to contrast with Myrtle's monologic recollections of the past, a less bel canto, more enthusiastic rendition of gospel music would be much more appropriate as well as more entertaining to listeners. Here, other than for Myrtle to voice her own Negro problem, they seem to serve no purpose - at least not a musical one. To enforce operatic vocalizing because the piece is allegedly operatic is to force this sort of music to be something that it isn't.