This will be a quick one. I can’t really find much to write about, weirdly. Don Pasquale was last weekend, and hasn’t left much of a mark.
I enjoyed it, no doubt. It tinkled along. Buffos blustered, choruses fussed, sopranos sparkled, they all clambered about on an ambitious set, but overall it left little impression.
One thing I did notice was that, when they stepped down from the monumental dolls house set, their voices acquired a new bloom and projection that had previously not been present. Iride Martinez, in particular, as Norina benefited from this, having previously sounded a little thin and underpowered but improving markedly when down the front of the stage. Barry Banks was excellent in his serenade, a lovely moment of calm amidst the (rather trivial) to-ing and fro-ing. And who knew Paolo Gavanelli was a comedian, and an effective one at that? I liked the set, but it did have its auditory downsides.
Ah well, not everything can be Parsifal, or indeed the Makropoulos Case…