NIGHT & DAYS

AIDA

Earls Court, London

Director: Giuseppe Raffa

Starring: Wilhelmenia Fernandez, Dennis O’Neil

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During the dulcet prelude of Verdi’s Aida last week. I happened to glance upwards at the roof of the Earls Court Olympia and noticed that something was moving on one of the spotlights. At first, I thought a pigeon had got into the stadium. Then I realized that it was a man. Looking around, I saw half-dozen others lighting technicians suspended from gantries high above the 20,000 audience.

It was  that kind of show, on that kind of scale. Five hundred extras, 1500 costumes ( though, wisely, no elephants or horses ) etc, etc. I must admit that I shuffled my way through the crowds into Earls Court with a certain amount of skepticism. Not because I think opera can’t or shouldn’t be done on this scale, but because, in my experience, some of these gargantuan gatherings, like the whole Pavarotti / Three Tenors circus seem to have been organized with the main purpose of relieving people of as much money in a short a time as possible.

This, though, was something different. Tickets prices, at between £ 22.50 and £ 36, were not unreasonable , and for that you got something that was both visually spectacular and true to the spirit of Verdi’s conception.

The real stars of this show were not the singers –though it was a very strong cast – but the four banks of laser lights projection a shifting kaleidoscope of images down the vast length of the Earls Court stadium on to the huge, bare four-crier set.

Designed by an Italian production team, this was a show that owed more to the continental son et lumiere tradition that to conventional ways of putting on opera. By using sophisticated lighting instead of scenery. This Aida did away with all those creaking mechanics that all those can so easily creaking the dramatic spell in big productions.

The result was a close to film as it was to theatre, reminding us that 19th century Grand Opera was very much the cinema of its day, Aida commissioned by the Khedive of Egypt in 1870, was greeted with the same enthusiasm as Titanic has been recently. At the first italian performance. Verdi took 32 curtain calls.

The libretto was written by an Egyptologist, and the same sense of authenticity was the hallmark of the imagery-ancient tom paintings and carvings, hieroglyphics and pyramids – used at Earls Court.

With so much emphasis on projecting visual spectacle, some of the drama of the piece got lost. The chorus was unseen, represented on stage by extras, which probably made sense logistically, but inevitable reduced the impact.

Dennis O’Neil, though vocally steeped in the Verdi tradition, failed to make much of an impression as Radames. But as Aida and Amneris soprano Wilhelmenia Fernandez, and mezzo-soprano Malgorzara Waleska were magnificent. Waleska, in particular, is a real discovery –vocally dark and rich and conveying the full force of a women scorned.

Meanwhile, Operama, the company which produced this Aida and has toured it to packed houses around Europe, is planning a Carmen for next year. And there are plans for more opera spectaculars at Earls Court. Good luck to them. But please no elephants.