‘Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts,” Percy Bysshe
Shelley wrote in his classic poem To a Skylark. Though he pre-dated Giacomo
Puccini by more than half a century, he could very well have been referring to
the Italian composer’s classic opera Madama Butterfly.
Few are the operas
with music more beautiful, and few, too, with librettos that tell a sadder
In a nutshell, the story goes like this: The quintessential Ugly
American, the one who sees the world as his playground and everything in it as
his plaything, finds his way by gunship to early 20th-century Nagasaki. There,
through a marriage broker, he buys and weds a beautiful 15-year-old geisha girl
who abandons her family, tradition and religion for him. He impregnates her, and
then leaves for the States.
The geisha girl, Cio-Cio-San, otherwise known
as Madame Butterfly, waits expectantly for three long years, believing in his
return, and raising their child. He does return, but this time with an American
wife. After consenting to give the child to the couple, Madame Butterfly,
inconsolable, falls on her own dagger.
With brilliant lighting, sparse
sets like in a Japanese tea room, and soaring vocals, this excruciating tale
came to sublime life at the Israel Opera House in Tel Aviv Tuesday night in a
joint production of the Israel Opera and the Wielki National Opera from Warsaw,
Poland, directed by Poland’s Mariusz Trelinski.
Chadowicz, making her Israel Opera debut, was astounding in the role of Madame
Butterfly, her voice powerful yet tender, and as such able to transmit the
extreme emotions of the character she played: first restrained passion, then
longing, and finally – tragically – bitter despair.
Todorovich was nearly her match as the American Pinkerton, clad throughout in
white, though the soul of his character was anything but. He is of a Yankee
class, the libretto reads, whose life is not fulfilled “unless he picks flowers
at every port.”
Todorovich’s tenor was strong, powerful and robust, well
befitting the character he portrayed.
These two voices were complemented
by staging that simply took the breath away: not because of extravagance,
because the sets were not extravagant, but rather because of their very
Almost as if by magic, the stage through much of the
performance was transformed by lighting alone into the shimmering East China
Sea, upon which small fishing boats periodically glided by.
In the second
scene, where the American Consul named Sharpless is trying to convey a letter to
Madame Butterfly that Pinkerton wrote saying he married in the US, the consul,
Madame Butterfly, and her servant Suzuki moved across an elevated stage set only
against the brown background of parchment overlaid with Japanese script –
creating the visual impression of a Japanese wood-etching. Truly
There were brief moments of grand staging, such as when an
angry uncle descended from the ceiling at the wedding of Madame Butterfly and
Pinkerton in what looks like the mouth of the Golden Calf, angrily castigating
his niece for converting to Christianity and forsaking her relatives and people.
He seemed the early 20thcentury Japanese version of Fiddler on the Roof‘s Tevye
cutting off his daughter for intermarrying. But these grandiose staging moments
were brief, and the overall theme of the production seemed to be “sparse is
more.” And it worked.
The use of colors to project different moods
throughout the performance was artful. At the outset the dominant color, the
color projected on a screen at the back of the stage, was red – symbolic of
desire, of passion.
The color, after the marriage scene, turned into
light blue – serenity – but a light blue that was forebodingly blacked out as
Madame Butterfly longingly looked seaward at the end of Act II, scene I for her
husband’s longoverdue return. And by the end of the opera, that passionate red
was back, but this time an even deeper red, a blood red to match Madame
Butterfly’s despair, and the final thrust of her dagger.
The colors were
striking throughout the performance – for instance at Madame Butterfly’s wedding
to Pinkerton when her red dress; Pinkerton’s white jacket, shirt and pants; and
the guests’ imperial Japanese purple costumes seemed to paint the stage
lusciously as if it were a canvass. Not extravagant costumes, but ones that
captured the eye with the simplicity and harmony of the colors.
eye and the ear, this uncluttered performance of Puccini’s classic was a treat.
Indeed, truly memorable.
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