La Forza del Destino isn't performed nearly as often as Verdi's most popular works: this year's production at Opera Holland Park is the first time it's been staged in the UK for several years. This is odd, because musically, it's a strong contender for being Verdi's greatest work of all, at least in terms of its melodies and the way they are developed and woven into the story: this opera has more melodies that stay with you as you leave the opera house than any except perhaps Rigoletto. The events on stage are full of action and excitement, starting with a failed elopement and a shooting in the first scene and keeping up the pace from there. Admittedly, La Forza's plot suffers from moments of poor continuity and surpassing melodramatic silliness, but that's never stopped most opera impresarios.
Time for cards on the table. La Forza del Destino is one of my very favourite of all operas and I was more than a shade concerned about how a midsummer festival company would cope with its undoubted musical demands. I needn't have worried.
The first thing the opera demands is a top class soprano with plenty of warmth and dynamic range, able to cope from the softest and most intimate moments to singing at full power above tutti orchestra and chorus. This production certainly had that in the shape of Gweneth-Ann Jeffers, who sung as good a Leonora as I ever expect to hear, commanding the stage and reminding me of watching the 1984 film of Leontyne Price. Her top moments, Madre, Pietosa Vergine as she enters her hermitage at the end of act II, and Pace, pace mio Dio! at the end of the opera, were spellbinding.
The tenor singing Don Alvaro is called upon to burst heroically into the scene in Act I and take command of the stage and of Leonora. Peter Auty didn't quite manage it: he wasn't helped by the costumes (as one of my neighbours put it, she was dressed in an Edwardian ball gown, and he like a 1970s football manager), but also, his voice was too lyrical and lacked the heroic brashness to overpower Jeffers. However, he improved steadily through the rest of the opera, and the (short-lived) friendship duet between him and Mark Stone's Don Carlo was sung with great beauty. Later in the opera, both men struggled somewhat with those scenes requiring more machismo and viciousness.