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Ravel Double Bill, Glyndebourne

Ravel Double Bill, Glyndebourne

Titters for a Spanish farce, but Laurent Pelly's adventures of a naughty boy are heartbreaking

Danielle de Niese's Child is accosted by a frog (François Piolino) in a magic garden at nightRichard Hubert Smith

Ask opera-lovers to name their favourite one-acter and chances are the choice will be L’enfant et les sortilèges. Colette’s typically off-kilter fable of a destructive kid confronted with the objects and animals he’s damaged is set by Maurice Ravel to music of a depth which must have taken even that unshockable author by surprise. Ravel’s earlier L’heure espagnole, on the other hand, is much less likely to be top of the list. The farcical ‘Spanish hour’ – 50 minutes, to be precise, and Ravel’s sense of timing otherwise is  proves only one thing: how potent a cheap plot can be when the music accompanying it is of extraordinary subtlety and strangeness.

Bringing the two closer together in this much-awaited Glyndebourne revival are not just Ravel’s equally exquisite scores, as fastidiously conducted by Robin Ticciati, and the luminous wit of director Laurent Pelly with his amazing visual sense but also, this time round, a surprising double whammy from Glyndebourne chatelaine and stage animal Danielle de Niese (pictured below with Etienne Dupuis). Shes treading the boards again first as naughty bored housewife who gets away with it then as naughty bored child who doesn’t, having just added her own, hopefully more biddable offspring to the Christie household.

Scene from Glyndebourne's L'heure espagnoleThere’s no room for self-indulgence here. Pelly’s movements in the Spanish bagatelle are as precise as every horological tick and character tic in the score, for all its sensuous bathing in various supernatural lights. The clockmakers workshop of designers Caroline Ginet and Florence Evrard gives us a wealth of Iberiana to look at, including kitsch religious art and Velazquez in lurid frames, so the singers need to be directed to the hilt to hold our attention. As they are and as they do, with a little help from Pelly’s costumes hinting at Almódovar.

For the not-so-discreet charms of the Spanish bourgeoisie, we have two bright French tenors in François Piolino as clockmaker Ramiro and Cyrille Dubois as flared aesthete Gonzalve, as well as Lionel Lhote struggling a bit with the low notes as sleazy banker Don Inigo Gómez and star stud muleteer Ramiro, and Etienne Dupuis as sensitive with some of the vocal writing as he is appropriately muscly in appearance.

What big laughs there are have mostly to do with the ease of Ramiro’s clockcase carrying and the cases’ phallic propensities (Franc-Nohain’s text is very Carry On double entendre in the first place, reference to swinging pendulums outrageously so). The rest is titter-worthy but not belly-laugh hilarious, though de Niese’s Spanish seductress, tout le monde sur le balcon as the French say, has a wonderful array of funny gestures and eloquent hand movements, and pulls out all the stops, no mere soubrette soprano in a mezzo role, in the nearest thing to a big solo, “Oh! La pitoyable aventure”. There are equal if fleeting star turns from the London Philharmonic principals, not least deliciously flaccid trombone slides (Mark Templeton, I presume) for the old man who can’t get it up.

Scene from L'enfant et les sortileges at GlyndebourneFeline fornication is the only truly adult intrusion into the world of L’enfant, and there’s another brilliantly spinning clockface here too, but otherwise it couldn’t be more different and nor could de Niese, instantly the garçon mechant as she/he swings his/her legs restlessly on a giant chair in the opening of many breathtaking visuals. We know we’re going to love this kid, and de Niese soon brings pathos and horror to the child lost in a dream that’s mostly a nightmare.

Barbara de Limburg, creator of the supermarket witch’s house in Pelly’s Glyndebourne Hänsel und Gretel, exercises restraint but also a bewitching framework for Pelly’s breathtaking costumes here as one scene glides into another. So the first half is less the usual revue, more a fluent story against the odds of Ravel’s and Colette’s demands, and Pelly does better than any director I’ve seen in not getting too much in the way of the more heartbreaking music (shepherds and shepherdesses from the torn wallpaper pictured above, princess who’s lost her storyline).There's also a great idea as the henchmen of Monsieur l'Arithmétique turn out to be multiple images of our child, spiritedly sung by local Sussex schoolboys, whose bullying adds to the terror of the maths lecture (pictured below).

Maths scene from L'enfant et les sortilegesChoreography – presumably by Pelly himself – for what began as a supernatural opera-ballet in the Rameau tradition is discreet but elegant, with the usual showstopping in the Foxtrot for Teapot (Piolino again) and Chinese Cup (Elodie Méchain, also a glamorously large Maman and a very big Dragonfly) and a riveting flight for the Fire (Sabine Devieilhe, perfectly stratospheric in the three most demanding roles). Nothing could eclipse the breathtaking coup of David Hockney’s blue and red tree back in the 1980s (Royal Opera, Met, Chatelet) as the music shifts to swanee-whistling, string-carpeted evocation of a garden at night, but Pelly fills his natural world with more brilliant designs, including showgirl dryads – a neat reference, perhaps, to Colette's other career – and two luminous glow worms.

How pleased Ticciati, a great proponent of meaningful silences between the music, as he told me when working on Glyndebourne Touring Opera’s Jenůfa before his big appointment as main Music Director, must have been with the infinite time it seems to take between the notes for the Child to bind the Nightingale’s wound (Squirrel in the scenario). His knack for seeming simplicity then keeps the potentially gooey wonder of the garden creatures at the naughty one’s kindness on the move, and the choral fugue that follows an image of reconciliation after so much style-hopping  is sublime, as it must be. With Pelly’s last inspired image and de Niese making the most of her final “Maman”, the seal is set on a near-perfect evening of music theatre. Walking out into another garden on a perfect summer night seemed almost too good to be true.

A surprising double whammy from Danielle de Niese, first as naughty bored housewife who gets away with it then as naughty bored child who doesn’t

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