If you go to an opera in a small town in Italy, the experience is very different from the lavish, high-budget experience of a Covent Garden, Glyndebourne or La Scala. The venue might have a few hundred seats, the orchestra a dozen or so players, and you expect a performance with enthusiasm and verve: perhaps less polish from the soloists than the international megastars, and certainly fewer raw decibels, but far more intimacy and fun.
So it’s a welcome surprise to go to a close copy of the same experience at a small venue in London: Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro, sung in English and put on by Opera London, a small opera company started by Colin Jaque and populated by young, aspiring professional singers. The Marriage of Figaro has much of the French farce about it, complete with maids locked in cupboards, escapes by jumping out of windows, false identities and romantic encounters in darkened gardens. Racky Plews’ direction makes the most of the comedy, with wonderful dumb-shows in the overture and at the beginning of Act IV, and comic performances out of the top drawer from Jaque (doing quick costume changes from Dr. Bartolo to the gardener Antonio) and Alice Woodbridge’s Susanna.