After the storm and fury of Peter Grimes (1945), whose sea-tossed music and psychologically truthful and damaged characters were heralded as a new era in English opera, composer Benjamin Britten, for his next stage work, went toward the simple but elegant. "I am keen to develop a new art form (the chamber-opera or what you will)," he wrote during preliminary discussions with librettist Ronald Duncan, "which will stand beside the grand opera as the quartet stands beside the orchestra. I hope to write many works for it." He did, most successfully. This is his first in that smaller genre, and some say his best. Houston Grand Opera, under sensitive maestro Rory Macdonald and in a particularly handsome production conceived by director Arin Arbus, shows its mastery of Britten with this most affecting interpretation.
Based upon stories from ancient Roman historian Livy and poet Ovid, the epic poem from a youthful Shakespeare and the French play by André Obey (1931), the operatic version of The Rape of Lucretia (1946) is ripe with contradictions. It is a chamber opera full of grand passion, introspection and a panoply of musical effects that exquisitely portray bullfrogs and crickets (bass glissando and harp), a frenzied midnight ride on horseback and the eponymous title scene, all set to a precious, inflated libretto that blabbers away like a virginal schoolmarm caught with her knickers down. Tacked on without grace or good dramatic sense is a Christian message about suffering that has very little to do with the dastardly rape of moral Lucretia, nor how we, in our contemporary world, might interpret such ancient sins.
The opera still succeeds wildly because of Britten's magnificently theatrical music, lyrical and subtly beautiful no matter the mood. He's a master at orchestration, and the 14 musicians from Houston Grand Opera's skilled orchestra, playing 18 instruments, are whipped into sounding like a contingent from Richard Strauss. Then, with abrupt change, Britten scores for solo piano, and in a few chromatic chords conveys the vastness of the human heart. It's a rare composer who can perform these musical feats with such dexterity and nuance. It's showoff-y and deeply felt at the same time.
The Rape of Lucretia
Through February 11. $25-$298.
Lucretia (the honey-toned mezzo Michelle DeYoung), wife of Roman general Collatinus (expressive bass Ryan McKinny), is the paragon of goodness, a model wife and the epitome of dignity and elegance. Unlike the women of Rome, now under the despotic rule of Etruscan tyrant Prince Tarquinius (silky baritone Jacques Imbrailo), she is neither debauched nor of easy virtue. Ambitious fellow general Junius (smooth baritone Joshua Hopkins), humiliated over the unfaithfulness of his own wife, insinuates the idea into a drunken Tarquinius to test Lucretia's faithfulness himself. The tyrant madly rushes to Rome. Meanwhile, at the house of Collatinus, wise old nurse Bianca (the wonderfully warm mezzo Judith Forst), spinning and folding linen, reminisces, while innocent servant Lucia (dewy soprano Lauren Snouffer) dreams of a first love.
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Set to an insistent drum beat, evil Tarquinius slinks through the house into Lucretia's bedroom. Serenaded with a most insidious lullaby, he makes his intentions known. He kisses her awake to the jolting crack of a whip. The rape occurs behind tastefully dropped drapery, but its thrusting violence is unmistakably conveyed by Britten's propulsive, jagged music.
In reference to classical drama, Duncan gives us two Choruses, Male (Anthony Dean Griffey) and Female (Leah Crocetto), who comment throughout the opera on the characters and their motivation, or give us dry history lessons to set the scene. They wheedle thoughts into the actors, like secondhand fate, or stand off to one side and become critical harpies. As the drama deepens they lose objectivity, paralyzed by the atrocious action of Tarquinius and helpless to save Lucretia. That's when the Jesus idea hits them — and us — hard. The opera could do without the blatant moral lesson. Fortunately, the preaching doesn't last long, until Britten's aural fantasies take over and utterly beguile.
This is one of HGO's most picturesque productions, simplicity itself. As designed by Jean-Guy Lecat, a brick archway and ruined pillars exude classicism, as do the diaphanous Pompeian costumes by Anita Yavich and the expressive, shifting lighting from Michael James Clark. When Lucretia enters after the night's terrible torment, Britten gives her a radiantly Baroque theme of calm grandeur, like a kiss for Purcell. The light morphs from caressing morning amber to stark white; there's no escape from the harsh truth of confession.
This is one of Britten's rarely performed operas, yet one of his most accessible. I don't know, but perhaps the brash title puts people off. The work is intelligent and adult, full of wondrous musical passages that race and frolic, then become deeply calm and moving. While the libretto trips over itself with unnecessary pomp, it has insights that are fashioned out of poetry that Shakespeare would wink at in appreciation. For a "modern" opera (from 1946!), The Rape of Lucretia has timelessness on its side. Full of life, it's a classic, made more so by the appreciative craftsmen at HGO.
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