The Metropolitan Opera’s legendary 1987 production of Turandot by Franco Zeffirelli is reminiscent of simpler times. The opera is a fantasy, a tale of “love conquers all”, set in a mythic time, in an exotic country. The production is a faithful recreation of that story, with no hidden directorial agenda nor any attempt to insert contemporary interpretations. It is extravagant, elaborate, colorful and over the top. The intricately decorated and brightly lit Imperial court in the middle of Act 2 never fails to elicit enthusiastic applause from the crowd, as was the case this evening. Zeffirelli’s original directions are still faithfully followed, with crowd movements, blocking of singers and actors on precarious steps and platforms, although they lack necessary dynamism and spontaneity that should accompany Puccini’s last and adventurous oeuvre.
The performance this evening got off to a rocky start as the orchestra, chorus and soloists seemed to be a bit out of synch in Act 1. Conductor Marco Armiliato was attentive to soloists throughout the evening, accommodating their sometimes idiosyncratic tempi while eliciting some fine performance from the orchestra. But the music sounded disconnected at times, and the sextet towards the end of the act lacked its memorable drama. Matters improved in Acts 2 and 3 as the soloists warmed up and the music turned more complex and at times lyrical. Throughout the evening, the best vocal performance came from the Met Opera Chorus. The praise of their emperor, and of the happy couple, ended the last two acts in thrilling unison as the audience began applauding once the curtain started to close while the music was still being played. Turandot is a perfect crowd pleaser at The Met, with spectacular scenery and costumes.