In his whole career as an opera composer Puccini only wrote one pure comedy, Gianni Schicchi, and even that forms part of his trilogy Il Trittico, of which the other parts could hardly be more tragic. However, La bohème is also a comedy in its own way, a comedy cut short by tragedy. It starts as all best rom-coms do, with a classic “boy meets girl” moment, when Mimì pops over to Rodolfo’s flat to borrow some matches. It’s love at first sight, and Rodolfo doesn’t let Mimì’s coughing or fainting spells bother him. After some comic antics in Paris’ Latin Quarter, Mimì takes a turn for the worse, succumbing to the tuberculosis which she’d had all along, and in spite of all the efforts to save her she dies.
The Semperoper’s production of La bohème has much to commend it. Peter Heilein’s sets are wonderful, with Rodolfo’s flat reeking of 19th-century Parisian squalor, while the Café Momus drips with the opulence of the middle classes. The costumes too are impressive, especially Musetta’s dresses, which have all the brash elegance of the red carpet, and make her look like Satine (Nicole Kidman) from Moulin Rouge. Overall this is a visually pleasing production, not so much a feast for the senses, as repertoire operas such as this so often can be, but a well put together and thought-out presentation of 1830s Paris.
The current cast also sings fantastically. There are rarely big names at the Semperoper, but the quality of the singing is still up there with the best opera houses in Europe and, indeed the world. As Mimì, the American soprano Marjorie Owens has it all, with a full-bodied and warm lower register and rich high notes, whether they are fortissimo anguished cries, or floated pianissimos. Add this to her agility and phrasing and she is, in short, the perfect Mimì. Arnold Rutkowski, playing Rodolfo, also has a beautiful instrument, but one which lacks Owens’ power, particularly in the upper register. His is an intimate performance, with a smoothness and delicacy, which is the perfect counterbalance to Owens. Sadly conductor Pier Giorgio Morandi disagrees with the intimate approach, and as a result the orchestra consistently overpowers Rutkowski in climaxes, doubly disappointing when both orchestra and singer perform so stunningly otherwise.