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![]() October 2002 London, Royal Opera House by MichaelLL |
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Mayerling is rich in layers and emotion, so I am glad it is not revived too frequently - it needs superlative casting and becomes all the more exotic by being slightly rare. I guess I have seen about ten performances in 20 years. I consider it Macmillans best three acter. The characters are very real and their situations genuine. The Liszt music is a perfect complement, wonderfully arranged by Lanchbery and surely worthy of a recording. Tuesdays first night was outstanding. Kobborg was intensely moving as he vividly charted the decline and fall of Rudolf. The final scenes with Larisch and Vetsera were almost unbearably poignant. Amidst such superb acting, he danced quite gloriously, and I wonder if in that respect he might be considered the best since Wall. The precision of his jumps and turns is awesome, and his solo in the first ballroom scene wonderfully poised. The pas de deux for Rudolf and the six ladies are among Macmillans greatest, and of these the first encounter with Vetsera which ends Act II is I think the best. I had thought Cojocaru might be too young for the role, but she proved me totally wrong, and showed that she really is an awesome talent. The erotic concentration and power she brought lifted the performance still higher,and stunned the audience. The flexibility of her spine is amazing. I guess Seymour must take some of the credit for this transformation.
The other casting was from strength amd cameos were clear and told the story. Elisabeth Sikora sang most beautifully as Schratt, and song being a very effective moment of stillness in the maelstrom of emotion. I do sometimes feel that the Four Hungarian Officers outstay their welcome in Act I, and their repeated molestation of Rudolf could be misconstrued as the angry petulance of ex-boyfriends,if one hadn't read the programme. They were extremely well danced, with macho glee, by Putrov, Watson, Sasaki and Gartside. On Friday, the cast were equally impressive but conveyed a different focus due to the different physiques of the dancers. Cope uses his size to advantage, and is tremendously anguished and dangerous, without being quite as poignant as Kobborg. Tamara Rojo is physically like Lynn Seymour, voluptuous and almost siren like as she bewitches Rudolf. She looked immensely relieved at the curtain call, maybe because as the last pas de deux is so risky, and they danced with glorious abandon. One wonders how they cope with the thought of suicide behind all the athletics.
Howells and Maloney were excellent as Bratfisch, but didn't quite manage efface memories of the wonderful Matthew Hart from the last revival.
Looking forward to the next cast..
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