The distressed walls of Wilton's Music Hall, in London's East End, are not dissimilar to the interior of Les Bouffes du Nord, the Parisian theatre where, in 1981, Peter Brook presented his distillation of Bizet's Carmen – a compact 80-minute drama under the title La Tragédie de Carmen. Paring the action down to just four singers, it's the perfect vehicle and venue for a handful of the Royal Opera's Jette Parker Young Artists to strut their stuff, directed by former JPYA Gerard Jones. Alas, rather than La Tragédie, Jones too often seems intent on directing La Comédie de Carmen instead.
Designer Cécile Trémolieres' neon lighting, fringe foil curtains and a glitterball give Wilton's the impression of a low-rent nightclub. Although no self-respecting Carmen is going to wear trainers to a disco, there's no essential problem in updating the action. But Jones trips himself up in the programme booklet, describing his production as “radical” then having to back-pedal in the same paragraph, admitting the story “doesn't need anything radical done to it”. Time and place were far less important to Brook than the focus on character-driven drama. In 1983, The New York Times dismissed La Tragédie as “a self-indulgent auteur's meditation on the opera's theme” but in stripping away the crowd scenes – and the comedy – from Bizet's score, and returning to Prosper Mérimée's novella on which the opera was based as inspiration, the resulting work is earthy and gripping.
Jones undermines that earthiness by injecting misplaced humour. Handcuffed to a chair for her Séguidille, Carmen whips off her knickers to toss to Don José instead of the usual flower (the only flower in this staging is the rose tattooed on her upper arm), making his retention of them more than a little perverted. Her Chanson bohème is a disco number where she is upstaged by the gyrations of an actor playing the club's caretaker. A smug José lights up a post-coital cigarette. Gyula Nagy's Escamillo comes off the worst, his Toreador Song played for laughs when he should be causing hearts – not least Carmen's – to flutter.