Fear and Loathing at the Met: Rene Pape as Boris Gudonov

2010-10-23-metlobby.jpgOpera goers didn't so much descend the Metropolitan Opera House's red staircase late last Friday night as fled the house after a challenging four-hour encounter with Boris Gudonov, Modest Mussorgsky's sprawling recitative-driven opera from 1869.

Valery Gergiev, the Mariinsky Theater conductor whose advocacy for Boris may have spurred the Met staging, led the vast house orchestra through a score that grants its audience nary a whistle-worthy tune. In telling the slow-moving tale of human perfidy, Mussorgsky illustrates Pushkin's depressing libretto of pre-modern, 17th century Russia.

2010-10-23-chaliapin23.jpgIt's tempting to label as Russian fanaticism Boris's unsavory pageant of deceit, scheming, and revenge . . . but it's too easy. In Mussorgsky's behemoth project lies a startlingly relevant mirror of our own civilization -- and an art work of disquieting universality.

[Feodor Chaliapin, opera history's great Boris, pictured at right.]

Boris Gudonov's four acts -- two of which pass slower than a walk across Mother Russia --contend that selfishness and greed quash loftier motivations.

The opera recounts a 15-year span of pre-Romanov history, when, as Moscow urban legend tells it, Tsar Boris commits a power grab, removing from the scene his key rival for the throne. This otherwise tolerable act contains a problem: the murdered rival, Dimitri, is a seven-year-old boy. Not only Boris, but the entire community grows obsessed by the blood on the Tsar's hands.

2010-10-23-reneasboris.jpgThe whopping lead role of Boris, an early anti-hero, declares within fifteen minutes of the opera's start, "My soul is troubled. I'm filled with dread."

You gotta love this guy; the film version would star Brando or Monty Clift. The Met instead featured the German bass Rene Pape, wafting and slender, in his role debut. Already a ghostly presence in his first appearance of the evening, Pape's Boris journeys inexorably through madness toward death.

Mussorgsky provides amazingly fleet x-rays of Boris's bad company. A "Pretender" to the throne, Grigory, played by Aleksandrs Antonenko, seeks to unseat Boris, but climbs to power on his own web of lies. The beautiful red-headed mezzo-soprano Eketerina Semenchuk, as the Polish princess Marina, delivers a shockingly transparent aria conflating her greed for power with her lust for sex. The Holy Fool, sung by Audrey Popov, provides the opera's moral center, singing in excellent voice.

2010-10-23-russiandomes112x150.jpgAustrian designer Ferdinand Wogerbauer's dry, formal, and overly austere set design -- rectangles within boxes within squares within rectangles -- saps passion from the evening and undercuts the fine singing. The oppressive squares give no cultural hint of curvilinear Russian culture, nor do they evoke the circles of gossip swirling round Boris.

An oversized book planted in the stage's corner, a reminder of the power of reason and intellectual thought, provides an initially clever addition, but when every single character takes a turn trampling on it, it morphs into an overused stage prop.

Director Stephen Wadsworth, who inherited the Boris gig at the project's mid-way point had the unenviable task of picking up the pieces after the production's original director, the innovative German director Peter Stein resigned. Stein melted down when the U.S. Consulate in Germany gave him the same bum treatment it affords most peons who apply for a U.S. visa.

In a snit, the maestro quit.

This human drama, worthy of Boris Gudonov, demonstrates that one and a half centuries after the opera's creation the hubris parade plods on.

Los Angeles-based arts writer Debra Levine wrote this review while in New York participating in the NEA's Classical Music & Opera Arts Journalism Institute. Debra blogs on artsmeme.

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