On paper, Seattle Opera’s new production of Nabucco sounded enticing. General Director Aidan Lang generated buzz about the “innovative staging concept” we should anticipate for the company's first-ever presentation of Verdi's third opera. Seattle Opera had meanwhile undertaken a rebranding effort that included a design facelift of its website to emphasise large, bold visuals – with billboard-style tags announcing Nabucco: “Betrayed. Twisted. Epic.” The production, which opened on Saturday, launches the first season in which Lang's vision for Seattle Opera is finally expected to begin emerging. (He took over leadership of the company only last year, when Speight Jenkins retired.)
Nabucco, the early breakthrough that made Verdi a sensation when it premiered in 1842, poses some intimidating challenges: chiefly, how to find singers who are even adequate, let alone outstanding, as well as how to make the pseudo-biblical epic a viable theatrical experience for today's audiences. Unfortunately, weak staging and uneven casting together undermine Seattle Opera's production, leaving the overall impression of a failed experiment. This review is of the opening night cast and therefore does not take into account the 'alternate' cast of three principals who will appear later in the run in three performances.
The “innovative staging concept” was to eliminate the proscenium barrier by covering the pit and to place the orchestra in the middle of the stage, behind the singers, who were positioned up close to the front of this extended stage area. Additionally, a large screen far upstage projected images in lieu of scenery. At best, the effect was underwhelming; at worst, it tacked on a new set of acoustical problems to the challenges of realising Verdi's score.
It seems almost unfair under these circumstances to complain about the stretches of routine time-beating from conductor Carlo Montanaro (who led a far livelier performance of the much-rarer Attila at Seattle Opera three seasons ago). He had enough to worry about trying to keep things in sync while sandwiched between the principals and the chorus (the latter frequently singing behind the orchestra). Textures wavered in and out of audibililty, with an especially surreal effect from the murky offstage banda – as if a long-lost score by John Cage were finally receiving its première.
Little was convincing (discounting intentional parody) in director François Racine's staging: a confusing mishmash of ridiculously cliched, grandiose gestures (above all from the high priest Zaccaria) and “psychological realism” when the principals were caught up in moments of extreme choice.
Ironically, positioning the chorus far upstage, behind the orchestra, only exacerbated the sense of dramaturgical artificiality, recalling an oratorio performance or a rather stodgy attempt at concert opera. More's the pity, since the chorus is, of course, one of Nabucco's central characters. They sang fervently enough (prepared by Chorusmaster John Keene), though “Va pensiero” – with the blocking at last moved downstage – lacked the extreme dynamic contrasts needed for its full impact.