Boris is all the rage in London this season. Elected to supreme power, he is haunted by a dodgy past and eventually crumbles. No, not Boris Johnson (Bachtrack is an election-free zone!), but Boris Godunov. This is at least the third concert presentation of Mussorgsky’s opera in the capital this season. The Mariinsky Opera brought the complete work to the Barbican, while the OAE presented extracts in January, with the great Sergei Leiferkus as the troubled tsar. Now, the Philharmonia hustles in with Jakub Hrůša’s selection of five ‘bleeding chunks’ presenting an hour-long portrait of the opera.
The advertised semi-staged production was a loose description. Director David Edwards had the members of Philharmonia Voices file through a darkened Royal Festival Hall, illuminated by their score lamps. Actors held aloft icons during the Coronation Scene, empty bowls when the crowds appealed for bread, or candles during Boris’ death throes. Soloists wore nondescript costumes; all apart from Dimitry Ivashchenko’s Boris who, despite being presented with all the trappings of office during his coronation, remained dressed in suit and black, open-necked shirt throughout, like a businessman wandering into the production by accident.
Ivashchenko’s performance was emotionally distanced as well, though that could be due to the opera being presented in five isolated scenes, meaning that the Russian bass didn’t have the opportunity to build a rounded character. Boris is a role which requires larger-than-life acting, but Ivashchenko remained subdued, turning from the audience to sip water. In the “Clock Scene”, when Boris hallucinates an image of the murdered Dimitry (here rendered very real, a child in bloodstained nightgown), Ivashchenko looked vaguely distracted rather than tormented. His soft-grained bass is exceptionally noble and beautiful, but the bite was missing.
The singer who made the biggest impression was Hubert Francis in the role of the slippery boyar Prince Shuisky. Rolling his tongue around the Russian text with relish, he presented exactly the extrovert characterisation required. His manipulation of Boris, informing him of a Pretender to the throne, was deliciously wicked.
Hrůša drew dark, grainy playing from the Philharmonia’s strings and maintained urgent tempi. The pomp and glitter of the Coronation Scene (off-stage bells tolling) made a strong impression, the brass section responding gleefully with plenty of raw power. The Philharmonia Voices sang with great tonal beauty, even if one would never mistake them for a Russian choir. The most moving part of the performance came when the filed out along the side stalls as Boris expired, enveloping listeners in a warm commentary.