Verdi’s Rigoletto, an opera famous for its lively tunes and vibrant energy, is anything but a straightforward, cheerful affair. Beneath the surface of its boisterous melodies lies a narrative drenched in tragedy, and under Julien Chavaz' direction, Irish National Opera brings this stark contrast to life in a lively production.
Chavaz, with a focus on “bodies in motion”, injects his production with a frenetic energy that never loses its entertainment value. The choreography, crafted by Nicole Morel, is a whirlwind of movement, injecting a sense of urgency and emotional intensity that complements the drama unfolding onstage. The pace is relentless, but it’s in the more intimate moments that the true emotional depth of the opera comes to the fore, particularly through the breathtaking vocal performances of the principal cast.
The staging creates a timeless, dreamlike world, where past and present collide in a seamless blend. Chavaz conjures up a universe that exists only within the confines of the theatre, a space that is as fluid as the costumes of its characters. This sense of ambiguity is reflected in Jean-Jacques Delmotte’s eclectic costume designs, which offer a mix of old-world and modern influences: courtiers don ruffs and doublets in hues matching the tapestry backdrop, while the Duke sports a leather jacket and undone bow tie. Gilda’s simple frock contrasts with Rigoletto’s court jester attire and lurid yellow buckle shoes. The effect is puzzling and I’m not convinced it answers Chavaz's desire to elevate these characters into the symbolic representations of the human condition.
Jamie Vartan’s set designs are reasonably effective as a backdrop to the unfolding drama. A wooden structure dotted with coloured lights frames the action, subtly mirroring the operas' emotional tides. Rigoletto’s home is cleverly realised, as are the towering gates which symbolically remain shut until the Duke slyly makes his way in to see Gilda. Sparafucile and Maddalena’s place is cleverly reimagined as a wine bar with high stools and an upstairs bedroom, providing the unlikely setting for the dark deed that will be done.
Baritone Michael Chioldi made for a terrifically engaging Rigoletto. Physically dominating the stage, his hunchbacked, limping buffoon both managed to repel and inspire pity. Vocally he also packed a punch; there were dark colours to his middle voice while there was a distinct rasp of anger as he bemoaned Gilda’s fate in Act 2. His impassioned singing as he beheld his dying daughter was deeply moving.