2018 marks the 25th anniversary of Bampton Classical Opera, who specialise in “breathing new life” into rare 18th-century opera. This year’s offering ticks both boxes: it’s the little-known Cendrillon of Franco-Maltese composer Nicolò Isouard, the opera on which Rossini based his blockbuster hit La Cenerentola, which swiftly pitched Isouard’s Cendrillon into obscurity. However, before Rossini’s ravishing Cenerentola swept the stage, her now-unknown French forbear was the star of an acclaimed opera féerie (fairytale opera) which received more than an hundred packed-out performances in Paris before its eclipse.
Cendrillon contains all the Enlightenment ideas for which La Cenerentola is so justly celebrated, substituting the wise philosopher Alidor for the fairy godmother, having the Prince swap identities with his valet Dandini for most of the story, but also adding in a Sandman for some fairytale sparkle. If you know Cenerentola well, it feels familiar, but still has a few surprises in store: Cendrillon’s plot feels more balanced, its characters less extreme and more human. There are no chimes at midnight: Cinderella runs away in fear from the ball when she discovers her beloved’s true identity, not believing she could ever be a princess.
Gilly French provides a fresh, crisp English translation of Charles Guillaume Etienne’s libretto, with a little original French retained here and there for comic effect (the key joke being that Cinderella’s ghastly sisters can’t speak French). With a strong pulse of rhyme, French’s translation slides from noble simplicity (“Be ever assured: you are the one that heaven chose”) to contemporary playfulness (“What a nightmare!”), giving the opera an accessible feel. French’s translation is elastic enough for the confident cast to insert topical jokes, too: on the opening night, possibly the opera’s UK première, the rain poured unhelpfully down on Bampton’s exquisite Deanery Garden, but spontaneous umbrella jokes (rhyming nicely with ‘Cinderella’) were out in force. Both the fine cast and the Orchestra of Bampton Classical Opera, conducted with vigour by Harry Sever, remained magnificently professional under rising deluge conditions on the outdoor stage, and audience spirits were not in the least dampened (though pretty much everything else had been) as we filed into the mercifully dry church after the interval for Acts 2 and 3. After all, it would hardly be English summer opera without an occasional spot (or downpour) of rain.
Jeremy Gray’s direction imbues Cendrillon with plenty of life: acting is natural and expressive, with some zingy choreography (particularly for stepsister Tisbe’s tango at the all-important ball) and regular touches of comic silent stage business. Gray’s design recalls Cinderella’s folk history, with a tree bearing golden apples outside the kitchen where our heroine prays to her mother, while costumes have a 1950s feel. Gray unfailingly builds his cast into a confident, enthusiastic team: we get a true ensemble piece in which singers support one another as well as shining in their own right. Nicholas Merryweather was on top form as Alidor, his virile baritone glowing with drama and warmth as the wise philosopher benevolently brings about happiness for his young charges, taking a paternal interest in Cinderella as well as Bradley Smith’s charming, tender Prince, who struck just the right note of humility and courage with his flowing, expansive tenor. Smith’s compulsive, magnetic attraction to his Cinderella was a delight, scarcely able to tear his eyes from hers, their mutual infatuation palpable.