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La finta giardiniera, Glyndebourne

La finta giardiniera, Glyndebourne

Cast, conductor and orchestra work hard, but Mozart's early farrago remains a shambles

Sandrina/Violante (Christiane Karg) and her former lover (Joel Prieto) are confused. So is the audienceAll images by Tristram Kenton for Glyndebourne

There are two avenues down which to approach the well-kept flower beds of Mozart’s early operas. One is to be surprised how rarely the muse of fire which rages through Idomeneo, his first undisputed masterpiece, descends on a work composed just a few years earlier like La finta giardiniera (The Counterfeit Garden Girl), and that’s how I felt sitting through a performance of it for only the second time in my life.

The other is to rejoice in the few signs of things to come, the intimations of immortality, which was clearly the thinking behind its selection by Glyndebourne’s new music director Robin Ticciati.

He has the finest of period-instrument orchestras, and seven of the best singers, to support him. Unfortunately they don’t have that much great material to work on, and the shambolic plot/libretto is further obfuscated by Frederic Wake-Walker’s strange, oblique idea of elucidation. I can see what he’s getting at. The characters are all “finti”, faking it, to begin with; the walls of illusion need to be broken down before they can truly love. Each concept, though, takes an act apiece to hammer home. In the first, it’s the 18th-century poses which are done to death, so that you’re screaming for them to stop by the time of the ensemble which brings down the curtain (and at least there are ensembles, if not yet quite in the differentiated vein of Mozart's later operas). In the second, you can see from the off that Anthony McDonald’s beautifully designed replica of an 18th-century pleasure-palace chamber is due for steady demolition; again, the conceit outstays its welcome. And nothing is funny.

Nicole Heaston as Sandrina in Glyndebourne Finta GiardinieraMost baffling is the decision to keep all the action indoors until the Lustschloss room belatedly gives way to a painted sylvan scene. So no-one unfamiliar with the plot would have a clue that the heroine, the Marchesa Violante, is disguised as a girl gardener to the local mayor; and when she’s supposed to be groping in the dark among the perils of the libretto’s “deserted mountainous spot with ancient, partly ruined acqueducts” and a “dark grotto”, the lights go up full blaze on the crumbling salon, leaving her only the fireplace in which to hide.

Very well, so literalism needn’t be the key here. But we need all the clarity we can get, not so much on the “x loves y who loves z” imbroglio as on Sandrina/Violante’s motivations in going back several times on the resolve to reveal herself to the lover who tried to murder her. Even Wake-Walker’s conceit, that in the temporary madness of the main couple lies the truth, confuses, and some clumsy cuts don’t help the final stages where the music is finally at its most consistent best.

Perhaps it’s a tall order to try and bring psychological interest to the work’s inconsistent characterisations, but I can’t help feeling Wake-Walker might have worked more with the temperaments of his sympathetic singers. Dramatically the most flamboyant is the wonderful Nicole Heaston as the mayor’s capricious niece Arminda (pictured above right with Rachel Frenkel's Ramiro). This is no role for her to shine consistently in, as she did when I saw her playing Handel’s Alcina in Oslo, but she carries off one of Mozart’s two rather splendid Sturm and Drang numbers with aplomb, and looks terrific in her flouncy costumes. Glyndebourne’s character tenor of choice, Wolfgang Ablinger-Sperrhacke (pictured below with Joélle Harvey, Gyula Orendt and Heaston), gets the chance to sing a little more beautifully than usual, and keeps it low-key as the foolish mayor Don Anchise, probably because he knows that in this production he's not going to make people laugh much, while the trousers role of Ramiro gave lustrous mezzo Frenkel a fine spotlight in the manner, if not the matter, of her big second act number

Wolfgang Ablinger-Speerhacke in Glyndebourne Finta GiardinieraThe comic underling roles aren’t so much fun, but Harvey, such a captivating Susanna in the Tour production of Michael Grandage’s superb Nozze di Figaro, strikes poses well and tries hard to keep the earthy Serpetta sparkling, while we had an interesting situation with her Nardo: Orendt had developed a throat infection in the course of the day, so he sang the recits while his arias and his part in the ensembles were taken from the dress circle side of stage by Gavan Ring. He deserved the biggest applause for his superb élan in the fizziest number with its energetic violin titters, Nardo’s Act 1 railing against woman transposed to try and give extra focus to an abbreviated Act 3.

Mozart’s most prophetically inventive music goes, as it should, to the predicament of the heroine and the lover who tried to kill her in a fit of jealousy – a pre-action event spelled out during the overture where we seem to be presented with the scenario that Strauss and Hofmannsthal’s Octavian might have stabbed his Marschallin during their night of passion and now needs to get the hell out of there. Only this young blade really is not a mezzo in disguise but a handsome youth, tenor Joel Prieto, who sings prettily but with not quite enough of the backbone occasionally needed for Count Belfiore’s more wayward expressions.

The countess-as-garden-girl who can’t help loving her assailant is taken with plenty of character and stylistic beauty by the very classy Christiane Karg, Aricie in Glyndebourne’s revelatory Rameau – oh, for more of that – last year. You can really hear the dividends of intensive work between singer, conductor and orchestra at Glyndebourne pay off in her sotto voce cavatina of despair with muted strings There’s splendid work here, as throughout, from the Orchestra of the Age of Enlightenment reunited with Ticciati, but it’s not enough, and the way Don Anchise draws our attention to the lovely scoring for flute and oboes in his first aria leaves you expecting much more instrumental felicity than Mozart delivers. Still, the final duet when Violante and Belfiore re-commit brings the highest Mozartian standards all round. If only the 18-year-old composer had more to ask in that league throughout.

The countess-as-garden-girl who can’t help loving her assailant is taken with plenty of character and stylistic beauty by the very classy Christiane Karg


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So it would be a rather radical director who decided to set the whole thing in a garden (as well as a wild place). Give us the chance, someone!

I don't know whether you were there last night, Onesti, but I fear your irony is well deserved. Not because the 'gardener' idea is seminal but because the contrast between a formal garden and a scene set outside the boundaries amidst savage nature is full of stronger dramatic possibilities than I think FWW discovered.

I've just dug out my old 1986 Camden Festival programme because I remember exactly that being explored by one Robert Carsen, he of the immortal Carmelites production, for Park Lane Opera. It was much more striking as drama then. Though Janis Kelly as Serpetta has left the strongest impression, I see we also had Alison Hagley, Adrian Thompson and Anne Mason.

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