IT was odd that in an updated version of Figaro, ostensibly set in an English country house, Opera North should choose to perform the work in Italian for the first time in the Leeds company’s nearly half-century of existence.
Not least because this show would have benefited from the variety of defining accents and characters the English class system can offer.
Louisa Muller’s production took a safer option. Her valuation of the overture’s musical worth permitted her to unleash all her principals as they returned from a rural ride to hang up their clothes in a boot room, hardly the most inviting quarters for Figaro and his bride. So much for the pre-wedding ‘scene painting’ the programme encouraged us to hear in the overture.
However, Madeleine Boyd’s set offered a view through to a fine staircase behind, down which trooped tourists and guides, which aptly summarised the Count’s financial needs along with the buckets catching the drips.
Muller also gave us a pregnant Countess preparing crib and layette for the happy event, which maybe helped to explain her husband’s more than usually roving eye. That was part of a cleverly split stage, with the Count simultaneously in his billiard room.
Act 4 took place in the stables, with plenty of fresh straw bedding to encourage a roll in the hay (especially with so few signs of any horses); Malcom Ripperth’s lighting lent clarity to the shenanigans.
The concept may have grated occasionally, but there was no denying the flair throughout the cast, only four of whom had ever graced this stage before. Muller, too, was a newcomer to Leeds but melded them into a considerable team.
The brightest star in this constellation was Hera Hyesang Park’s energetic Susanna, a dynamo whose acting and singing were in ideal harness. One might have wished that she had not protested quite so much at Figaro’s hug with Marcellina over his parentage, although it chimed with her personality.
Her charismatic Figaro was Liam James Karai, his strongly focused baritone often laced with a laugh. James Newby’s Count covered the ground well but needed to exert more authority, more gravitas from the start: his downfall was too predictable.
Gabriella Reyes, his Countess, found creamy legato in her arias to match her gracious presence. Hongni Wu lacked enough chest tone or boyishness for Cherubino, although not for want of trying. Jonathan Lemalu and Katherine Broderick were warmly well matched as seen-it-all-before Bartolo and Marcellina, with Daniel Norman a sprightly Basilio.
Jamie Woollard’s disgruntled beekeeper Antonio, Charlotte Bowden’s charming Barbarina and Kamil Bien’s thwarted Curzio all made the most of their roles: Muller certainly had an eye for detail.
Valentina Peleggi started the overture at such lightning pace that even this orchestra’s much-vaunted violins were caught slightly off guard. But they settled quickly and there was much stylishness to savour.
First-night adrenaline was doubtless to blame for the finale getting a touch out of kilter. The chorus’s enjoyment was infectious: they especially relished Rebecca Howell’s amusing choreography for the wedding dance. It was an exciting and excitable evening that just needed to settle down.
Review by Martin Dreyer
