PUCCINI WITH PEANUTS AND PATHOS
            Free Opera Accompanied by Sailboats, Full Moon, Gulls---and 27,000 Fans  

                                              By Paul Hertelendy 
        artssf.com, the independent observer of San Francisco Bay Area music and dance 
                                                                 Week of June  6-13, 2009
                                                                  Vol. 11, No. 109
             The live stadiumcast of the S.F. Opera’s “Tosca” was a smashing success June 5, but it was quite a different experience than live in the flesh in-house viewing.
            Not only was the crowd of 27,000 at AT&T Park easily tenfold greater than in the Opera House, but it was an attentive group largely in the 20s, about a generation younger. And that builds tomorrow’s audiences. By giving the experience away free now, the SFO was investing in the future while serving a public that cannot currently afford the $200+ for prime Opera House tickets.

            There are new dimensions. We got Puccini with peanuts and Pilsener, “Tosca” with Tostitos,  S.F. Giants warmup jackets and caps
instead of black tie. But the crowd was fully engaged. When the vulnerable Tosca plunged the knife into her oppressive, sadistic tormentor Scarpia, the ballpark erupted in mid-scene cheers as never heard in the august decorum of the Opera.
            This was a let-it-all-hang-out operatic melodrama for an audience with broad tastes and background. Families brought pre-school children to dip their tootsies into opera up in the very crowded second deck while thousands more picnicked on the green. Clearly, SFO General director David Gockley made the right move initiating these stadium offshoots of his operation, this one being number three in the sequence over recent years.

         The giant high-definition video screen in center field caught the action of the tragedy with high clarity, via nearly a dozen cameras in the Opera House. A few close-ups would have been welcome, as these principals were attractive, theatrically well-versed,  and plausible in appearance. The movie-style subtitle translations were right there on the screen, avoiding the usual neck-craning ceilingward by patrons.  
            The sound left a lot to be desired---not only turned up much too high (have the sound techs been doing too many rock concerts?), but of low fidelity, such as in AM radio. Four hundred feet removed from the speakers, the sound level was still far higher than at the Opera House. And the high strings were seriously muted. Yet at every intermission we were loudly given copious plugs that this was  a formidable event.
            A single intermission would be much preferable for stadium events. As S.F. arts patron Gordon Getty keeps reminding people, the typical Verdi opera has no more  minutes of music than a Broadway show like “Les Misérables,” Yet while the latter has only one intermission, a Verdi opera may have three, and Puccini usually two. Tightening up the pauses would tighten up the drama as well.
            The scene at the start was idyllic. Sailboats gliding up toward the basin by right-field wall, the famous site of legendary “splash-hit” home runs. A view of the Eastbay hills. A full moon rising above them. And later, when Tosca poured out her lyrical ode to her art “Vissi d’arte,” flocks of seagulls glided overhead in silent tranquility, as if themselves savoring the unforgettable moment.  
            Puccini’s opera “Tosca” is one of the all-time favorites, offering an astutely set synopsis of jealousy, institutional corruption, persecution, torture, espionage, illicit love, pacts with a devil, sleazy deal-making, murder, deceit, and implicit criticism of the Church, where part of the action takes place. Unlike so much romantic opera, this is plausible every step of the way. The corrupt police chief Scarpia plays on the insecurities of the actress-heroine Tosca and brings about the death of two male political renegades, one of them Tosca’s lover. While often viewed as a passionate love story, “Tosca” is far more a telling critique of institutional corruption on the highest level in Italy.
            Sung in Italian, this dramatic and highly melodious melodrama is a stunning experience, far more than the “horrid little shocker” epithet-evaluation years ago by a sniffy academic.  Tosca’s concern that her lover Cavaradossi might have trysts with a rival woman, whose figure he used as model in a religious painting, leads to a revisionist demand, “Paint her eyes black!” Years ago in the Opera House, this line drew repeated audience guffaws, to the bewilderment of the soprano who was not in a position toread  the subtitle translation, “Give her two black eyes!”
            Right on, sock it to ‘er! 
            The performance by a mostly new cast was marked by the excellent singing of Adrienne Pieczonka (Tosca), Carlo Ventre (Cavaradossi), Lado Ataneli (Scarpia) and Jordan Bisch (Angelotti). Baritone Ataneli needed more hot-breath lust to be credible; you felt that his paramount concern was about mussing his elegant powdered wig.
            The elegant Lotfi Mansouri production featured the familiar conductor Marco Armiliato, who unlike some other foreign maestros even led the “Star-Spangled Banner” at a proper, relaxed pace. Beyond that, any critiques about the orchestral sound will await installation of a better sound system.
             The SFO staff was elated at the results, particularly noting that each stadiumcast drew a bigger crowd than the previous.
            But what is interesting is that you can now get opera any way you want it---free stadiumcasts, which may not last forever; live feeds into theaters, as was critiqued here by Steven Emanuel last November; DVDs; and in-house.  The more the merrier!
           (Statistics updated June 12.)

            Puccini’s opera “Tosca” live at the S.F. Opera House through June 26, in Italian with supertitle translations. For info: (415) 864-3330, or go online. 

        ©Paul Hertelendy 2009
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           Paul Hertelendy has been covering the dance and modern-music scene in the San Francisco Bay Area with relish -- and a certain amount of salsa -- for years.
    These critiques appearing weekly (or sometimes semi-weekly, but never weakly) will focus on dance and new musical creativity in performance, with forays into books (by authors of the region), theater and recordings by local artists as well.
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