Turandot was a sound choice for Opera Australia’s fifth Handa Opera on Sydney Harbour (HOSH): aside from its killer Act III aria, the opera contains several dramatic crowd scenes offering plenty of opportunities for pageantry. The production directed by Chen Shi-Zheng was certainly a feast for the eyes, but mercifully less excessive than last year’s Aida. However, neither was it as thought-provoking as the 2014 Butterfly, read as a political allegory for the consequences of rampant capitalism. We were offered a fairly straightforward narration of the judiciously shortened story, with plenty of special effects that capitalised on the possibilities offered by the outdoor location.
Dan Potra’s set was dominated by an enormous dragon’s head on the left and a towering pagoda-like structure on the right: visual orientalisms to complement a work which Puccini described as containing "so much Chinese mannerism". Early publicity emphasised that the Chinese-born director was using these iconic images knowingly rather than as lazy signifiers for the cultural milieu of the story, although the viewer could be forgiven for not being able to tell the difference. Along the back wall a series of changing images and patterns designed by Leigh Sachwitz were projected: the faint orange light signalling dawn in Act III was particularly beautiful. Further eye-candy was provided by long-sleeved female dancers and sabre-toting warriors.
The opera began as the Mandarin was swung into place by a crane (provoking audible gasps from the seats near me) and his opening monologue was delivered from 10 metres up. All credit to Gennadi Dubinsky for not letting his lofty perch interfere with his tone production. In Act II, the crane supported the suspended throne of the Emperor (played by the impressive David Lewis). But possibly the most spectacular moment of the evening came at the end of Act I, where the nameless hero’s challenge was answered by a burst of flame from the dragon’s mouth. This almost compensated for the crass intrusion of fireworks just after the singer’s last note in “Nessun dorma”, before the orchestra resumed the play-out. If these are obligatory, why not have them at the triumphant close of Act II or III?
In our pop-culture-obsessed world, it can hardly have been an accident that Turandot, the famously icy princess, should have emerged from a tower shaped like a Dalek, the emotionless, murderous enemies of Dr Who. The famous riddle scene, in which she puts three questions to her would-be suitor, saw the platform descend in three slightly wobbly stages. (In an otherwise cleverly designed set, the very visible intrusion of stagehands who put up a temporary staircase to allow her to complete her descent was very makeshift.)