Macbeth – Opera in four acts to a libretto by Francesco Maria Piave after the play by Shakespeare [sung in Italian with English surtitles]
Macbeth – Simon Keenlyside
Banquo – Raymond Aceto
Lady Macbeth – Liudmyla Monastyrska
Lady-in-waiting – Elisabeth Meister
Servant to Macbeth – Nigel Cliffe
Malcolm – Steven Ebel
Macduff – Dimitri Pittas
Fleance – Will Richardson
Three apparitions – Jonathan Fisher, William Payne & Archie Buchanan
Herald – Jonathan Coad
Doctor – Lukas Jakobski
Royal Opera Chorus
Orchestra of the Royal Opera House
Phyllida Lloyd – Director
Harry Fehr – Revival director
Anthony Ward – Designs
Paule Constable – Lighting design
Reviewed by: Peter Reed
Reviewed: 24 May, 2011
Venue: The Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, London
For an opera that really belongs to Lady Macbeth, Liudmyla Monastyrska does not disappoint. As her recent Aida for The Royal Opera proved, her lyric-dramatic soprano is a huge and powerful instrument, with reservoirs of volume, fullness of tone and breath to spare. There’s a security and passion to her singing that carries all before it in this most demanding of roles, and she was completely up for the flashes of ugliness of timbre Verdi calls for. Her coloratura in the banquet scene was memorable, and her sleepwalking scene – beautifully accompanied by Pappano who drew an astonishing range of sound both from her and the orchestra – realised everything that Verdi could have hoped for. Her acting, possibly a bit semaphoric, was of a piece with this essentially traditional staging, and the quality of her singing drew attention away from her approximate Italian.
Acting was not a problem with Simon Keenlyside’s Macbeth, as lithe, testosterone-fuelled and natural as his fans would expect, but I missed the shades of darkness in the voice the role needs to create its powerful denial of human frailty. Also – something I’d not experienced with this seemingly inexhaustible singer before – there were signs of strain by the time he reached his closing ‘Pieta, rispetto, amore’. But despite the effectiveness of his dagger scene, the production cannot help but project Lady Macbeth much more strongly, a factor that turns Raymond Aceto’s otherwise vividly sung Banquo and the Macduff and Malcolm of Dimitri Pittas and Steven Ebel into ciphers.
Any hell-bent urgency lacking in the production is more than compensated by Antonio Pappano’s conducting, which really has the measure of the score in terms of fury, passion, that nagging undertow of melancholy even in the most inappropriately jolly passages, and the sheer drama and colour of the work. The quality of his direction and the raw energy of the playing was quite something.