Production: Bartlett Sher
Stéphano, Roméo's page:
Mercutio, Roméo's friend:
Tybalt: Diego Silva
Pâris: David Crawford
There was a time in the history of the Metropolitan Opera when Gounod's Roméo et Juliette was the most frequently performed opera in the repertoire. Today's performance reminded us of why this might have been true. This is by far the most emotionally intense performance of this opera that I have experienced. Some of this may have had to do with the fact that Bartlett Sher directs it both as a play and as an opera.
I admit that I didn't like Vittorio in Werther because for me Werther is simply not Italian. However, Roméo is. You cannot be too Italian for Roméo. It turns out that Italian intensity is exactly what is wanted here. He fenced and climbed up the set with great style and enthusiasm. Diana Damrau matched him stride for stride, note for note. It was simply a thrill to be there. Diana told us at intermission that she would rather sing Juliette than Violetta. She was running over with enthusiasm. Their joy in performing transfers to us.
The supertitles quoted Shakespeare far more often than I have seen before. This helped connect Elliot Madore's excellent Mercutio to the Queen Mab speech from the play.
Disturbing nonsense: In the bedroom scene the orchestra plays beep, beep, beep, beep, hinting at the sound of a lark, and I immediately think it is his phone going off.
I only wish I was as pleased with the performance musically. I have liked Noseda in the past, but the bedroom scene was completely spoiled by his fast tempo. Normally this is a highlight of the opera.