Poliuto, Glyndebourne, review: Where the production fails as a drama it triumphs musically
The singing is world class
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Your support makes all the difference.It was a bold move for Glyndebourne to launch its new season with the British premiere of a Donizetti opera written 167 years ago, though, as director Mariame Clement rightly observes, Poliuto does have potential contemporary resonance.
Set in Rome-colonised Armenia in AD 257, it portrays a society where converts to Christianity are put to the sword, and focuses on the heroism of Armenian nobleman Poliuto and that of his wife Paolina who chooses to follow him to execution.
Clement sees echoes of besieged Sarajevo here, with fear ruling the streets, and she’s opted for a stylised, circa-2000 setting with graceful lighting designs by Bernd Purkrabek, but there’s more than a hint of G&S in the way her immaculately-garbed mob, with its twee little pennants, comports itself. She’s also seriously constrained by the fact that the thin plot has no characterisation: the entire raison d’etre of this work lies in its music which emerges, under Enrique Mazzola’s baton, as prophetically Verdian both in style and quality.
And the singing is world-class. Matthew Rose’s High Priest and Emanuele D’Aguanno’s Christian leader are vividly drawn, while the central love-triangle carries huge power thanks to three unforgettable vocal performances: Igor Golovatenko’s brooding and thunderous Severo, Ana Maria Martinez’s exquisitely sung Paolina, and Michael Fabiano’s transcendent delivery of the title role. If only they had been given real characters to inhabit.
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