Pēteris Krilovs’ 1995 production of La bohème hasn’t quite matched the 41 years of John Copley’s Covent Garden staging, but here in Latvia, it’s reached a similar status, being performed just about every year. The greats of Latvian opera have been through this production: Alexanders Antoņenko has held Mimì’s icy hand, Kristine Opolais has lain dying clutching her muff, as has Marina Rebekah. Egils Siliņš has lamented the glories of his ancient coat, while Andris Nelsons’ career as an opera conductor started with this production at Latvian National Opera. Of the current crop of big Latvian singing stars, only Elina Garanča is absent (for the prosaic reason that La bohème doesn’t have a mezzo role).
The production may be venerable, but with a very young cast, in which four of our six principals were making their house debuts, this was a chance to take a sneak peek at the future of Latvian opera.
The two non-debutants, Raimonds Bramanis and Marlēna Keine, both look ready for exposure beyond the country’s borders. Bramanis might perhaps be grateful to Puccini for allowing Rodolfo a gentle start before his first big aria, because his voice was decidedly stretched in the opening minutes. But he had warmed up by the time he reached “Che gelida manina”, in which he was able to display a warm, rounded, generous timbre, with phrasing that flowed naturally and dynamics that were persuasive but never forced. As the evening progressed, Bramanis got steadily better: his duet with Marcello was heartbreaking and superbly lyrical.
What Musetta needs is stage presence, and Keine has that by the bucketload. She stormed onto the stage and took complete charge of proceedings, drawing every gaze with the shock of dark hair and flashing eyes. Her voice certainly had the required strength to match, although going somewhat hard edged at the top. It will be interesting to see her in less extreme, more lyrical roles.
Making her debut as Mimì, Russian soprano Tatiana Trenogina clearly showed that she had the voice for the role: it’s strong through the register, particularly in the chest voice, it’s in tune and it never goes screechy (although we could do with better Italian intelligibility for both her and Keine). But she made something of a nervy start: in Act 1, phrases were not well aligned between Trenogina and the orchestra – she could be either dragging slightly behind the beat or urging ahead of it. As the evening progressed, however, these wobbles disappeared: her duets with Rodolfo in Act 3 were compelling, and her Act 4 death scene everything we might have wished.