To be honest, until now I have been fairly sceptical about theatrical stagings of oratorios and other sacred works: ENO’s stagings of St John Passion and Messiah, Glyndebourne’s ill-conceived dramatisation of St Matthew Passion or the more recent semi-staging of the same work for the Berlin Philharmonic all come to mind. So when I learned that this year the Holland Festival in Amsterdam was teaming up with Dutch National Opera to stage Monteverdi’s Vespro della Beata Vergine, I was curious but cautious. It’s not that I’m a purist, but that these visual interpretations hadn’t previously added much to my appreciation of the work, and often at the expense of the musical quality. In the event, my fears were unfounded, and this Vespers turned out to be fully engrossing experience – visually, aurally and spiritually.
The event, held over the opening weekend of the festival, was celebrating two anniversaries, the 70th of the Holland Festival and 450th of the birth of Claudio Monteverdi. The venue, the Gashouder (Gas holder), which is located in the redeveloped gasworks complex in West Amsterdam, was a brilliant choice. Originally built in 1902, it’s a large, circular, pillar-less hall with an impressive cast-iron ceiling. Structurally it reminds one of the Roundhouse in London, but because it is pillar-less, it has much more spatial potential and can be configured in any numbers of ways. Above all, it has amazing, almost a cathedral-like acoustic, which the conductor Raphaël Pichon apparently fell in love with and personally chose to perform the Vespers in.
The performance was directed by Pierre Audi, the outgoing director of the Dutch National Opera, in close collaboration with Pichon and his ensemble Pygmalion, and also Belgian visual artist Berlinde De Bruyckere. In the programme notes, Audi calls this staging “Mise-en-écoute”, so rather than to dramatise the work, the staging was conceived sonically in 360° surround, basically by moving the singers around this vast arena to create a “sonic kaleidoscope”. We were treated to constantly changing patterns of sounds – from a single tenor to a ten-part chorus – coming from various directions, the front, sides, behind and from high and low.
Pichon and the instrumentalists were placed on a raised stage at one end, and we the audience were seated in fan-shaped stadium seating. Between us in the round was De Bruyckere’s huge, subtly lit sculpture Cripplewood (first shown at the Venice Biennale in 2013), which provided a visual focus – almost like an altarpiece in a cathedral. A fallen tree trunk with gnarled branches merging into a mass of human limbs and bones, the imagery is of human mortality, of nature and decay.