Review

Orpheus and Eurydice, ENO, London Coliseum, review: pellucid music and two heart-tugging leads let down by anodyne choreography

Alice Coote as Orpheus, Soraya Mafi as Love and Sarah Tynan as Eurydice in ENO's Orpheus and Eurydice
Alice Coote as Orpheus, Soraya Mafi as Love and Sarah Tynan as Eurydice in ENO's Orpheus and Eurydice Credit: Alastair Muir

Alice Coote last sang the role of Gluck’s Orpheus at the Coliseum in a production opening on the terrible night that the world-changing news of  9/11 came through: I will never forget the raw intensity of her singing as Orpheus risked all for love and outfaced death – oddly, she once told me that she had entered the theatre that evening unaware of the catastrophe. 

Eighteen years later, she is a more mature artist with a major international career, but still one who sings from the heart. Recently, I’ve been worried by a hootiness and bumpiness in her voice that led to clumsy over-emphasis in her phrasing, but I’m happy to report that this was much less in evidence in this new staging, despite her pleading our indulgence for a virus infection. I wonder if she has wisely sought out a new teacher and reassessed her technique.

Her timbre is not one I would describe as beautiful, but its grainy texture makes it a deeply expressive instrument, and Orpheus’s dilemma became heart-tuggingly immediate, especially in her imprecations to the Guardians of Hades and the climactic duet with Eurydice, sung with shining clarity by lovely Sarah Tynan. If one could ignore the embarrassing fustian of Christopher Cowell’s English translation, Coote’s delivery of the text was rich in thoughtful feeling throughout.

Wayne McGregor is the latest in a long line of choreographers, stretching back to Balanchine and Ashton, who have attempted to mount this dance-infused opera. He has not been successful and one feels that Gluck’s pellucid neo-classicism has left him stymied and uninspired.

The Coliseum stage is certainly too wide and large for his minimal and anodyne approach – it just feels empty, with a set that is little more than a bare shed with a back wall occupied by video screens projecting abstract images. There is no sense of a journey into and out of darkness. A fine company of performers is put through motions that neither embody the music nor carry any emotional implication: it all looks like modern-dance routine, decorative and aimless. The garish and fussed-up costumes by Louse Gray are utterly hideous – like cast-offs from a Soviet circus troupe.

Soraya Mafi made a charming spry Amor; the chorus, confined to the pit, sounded a bit prim and muffled. Harry Bicket conducted the Berlioz version of the score in stately competent fashion: the performance came alive only intermittently.

Until Nov 19, in rep with Orpheus in the Underworld. Tickets: 020 7845 9300; eno.org

 

 

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