I have seen the opera played as a light-hearted comedy. I have seen it played more darkly with Don Alfonso more of a villain playing with other people’s souls. I have seen Despina fully conniving with Don Alfonzo’s schemes, and I have seen her taken in by the men’s disguises and hurt and shocked when she finds they are the original lovers testing their amorata’s faithfulness. I have enjoyed them all, and I have been fascinated by the way a director could take a different perspective for the motives and actions of the characters and make it all fit together.
Frankly, I did not enjoy what director Claus Guth did to Mozart’s opera. First of all, it was all done in modern dress, for no apparent reason. There was no attempt at physical disguise; the “Albanians” were wearing formal white suits instead of informal dark clothing but their faces were unchanged, and the audience had no help in swallowing the fact that the sisters did not recognize them. Similarly when Despina appears as a doctor, she hasn’t changed her attire or put on a wig - she merely carries a big white box with a red cross on it. Guth didn’t even bother to be consistent. In all other productions I’ve seen, the Albanians covered half their faces with enormous mustaches whereas here they are still clean-shaven. But there are still references to the mustaches in the sub-titles (and I assume in the original sung Italian). I had the impression that Guth made changes merely for the sake of making changes and without any clear idea of just what story he wanted to tell.
I did rather like the way the final scene was staged. As the six characters sing their finale and all forgive each other and look forward to facing a happy future with their eyes wide open, they are circling about the stage in complex movement. Even for the curtain call, the men were on one side of the stage and the women on the other. It was left up to each member of the audience to decide if they went back to their original pairing or stuck with their new Albanian pairing – or were planning a happy Ménage à Quatre.
You can see why I thought long and hard before finally deciding to go to Don Giovanni last Sunday. I’m glad I went, but I have no desire to see it again.
As I sat in the Camera 7 theater I was simultaneously following two different stories: the Mozart- Da Ponte story (told in music, sung in Italian words, and written in English subtitles) and the Guth story (told by costumes, stage setting, and acting). Although both stories had the same basic plot, there were so many differences in the details that any attempt to immerse myself in either of them was thoroughly thwarted.
As in Cosi, the characters all wore modern dress. OK, I can live with that. The director wants to emphasize the universality of the story. Aside from that, it was not at all clear what the Guth story was nor why he was telling it. Could it be that Guth just wants to keep the audience in a state of confusion; his sole reason for the discrepancies is that they are discrepancies? For example:
The Commandatore is hit over the head rather than killed in a duel. Why? Verbal reference is still made to a fatal sword wound. As he lays dying, the commandatore pulls out a gun and inflicts a bloody stomach wound on Don Giovanni. Why?
Every time Giovanni opens his shirt more blood gets on something. Why?
From time to time Giovanni grimaces with pain and almost faints from his wound. Why?
All of the action takes place in a dimly lit forest. The only structure is a roofed bus stop. Why?
When Leporello sings his comic List Song he doesn’t have a written list but points to a bus schedule on the wall. Why? When Giovanni tells Leporello he’s giving him four gold pieces, he hands him a several pieces of paper money. Why?
When Zerlina’s wedding party appears they are all dressed in proper attire for a church wedding – and quite inappropriate for the forest. Why?
See what I’m talking about? One more example, somewhat subtler. When Giovanni accosts the wedding party his attire is suitable for camping in the forest, but there is nothing in his appearance or his clothing to indicate that he comes from a higher social caste and a peasant had better not provoke him. One must take the deference they all show entirely on faith.
And yet . . . And yet . . . Mozart’s music is so glorious. Da Ponte’s story is such a perfect blend of humor, realism, and tragedy. The cast were all such excellent singers and expressive actors. I am glad that I was there. But such a pity to waste all that talent on a mish-mash of a production.
Ah well. Twenty years ago Mozart and Da Ponte survived Peter Sellars putting Don Alfonzo and company in a Cape Cod diner and Don Giovanni in Spanish Harlem. I am sure that 20 years from now they will have survived Claus Guth and his Alfonzo in whatever-it was and Giovanni in a forest.
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