Così fan tutte is a gloriously tangled test of love and fidelity but can leave an awkward misogynistic taste for some modern audiences. Director Nicolette Molnar suggests Lorenzo da Ponte’s tale is equally hard on both the sexes and therefore a lesson to us that our most cherished relationships may be fragile and vulnerable as people simply change over time. Her production at the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland brought out the passionate intensity of new love set against the agony and guilt of broken hearts as allegiances shifted to and fro and was a finely judged study of human relationships, challenging any complacency lurking in the audience.
We are continuing to look back to 100 years ago as the commemoration of the First World War runs its course. Although mannequins in splendidly elegant period dress of Mozart’s time peopled Nicky Shaw’s smart wooden fixed set of Escher-like platforms and stairs, Ferrando and Guglielmo appeared in khaki battledress with Don Alfonso in tweedy plus fours and a silver-topped swagger stick. When we first meet Fiordiligi and Dorabella they are Voluntary Aid Detachment nurses, so the opera was firmly brought forward to sharpen the focus on more recent history. An amusing mischievous twist to this Glasgow production was to dress up the foreign strangers in dark green military kilts, and we almost got the bagpipes at one point, but luckily Don Alfonso removed them just in time!
The plot is well known and has a neat symmetry: the two men persuaded by Don Alfonso to bet on whether their fiancées would remain faithful, the plot to test this out, the shifting attentions of the ladies, the bitter-sweet consequences. In a completely double cast production, on opening night Colin Murray’s lightly sung Alfonso and Klaudia Korzeniewska’s bright, all-knowing Despina made an entertaining couple of fixers, while Christopher Nairn’s Guglielmo and Khanyiso Gwenxane’s Ferrando were an excellently matched pair of soldiers, and ardent foreigners. The ladies tried so hard to remain faithful, but Nairn’s gorgeous baritone caused Grace Durham’s Dorabella to melt, while Charlie Drummond’s delightfully sung Fiordiligi, full of nuance, held out much longer. The shift from pleasure to pain as each of the men in turn was betrayed by their lovers was particularly well done, Gwenxane’s light tenor simply wretched in his misery.