The 2013 Salzburg production of Damiano Michieletto's Falstaff finally arrives in Milan, like a devoted message to the city: the Venetian director sets the opera in “Casa Verdi”, the Milanese residence for elderly singers and musicians founded by the composer in 1899 shortly after completing his last work where the old musician sets to music the ludicrous adventures of an old man who does not accept his physical decline and is nostalgic of his times past.
Famous Verdi melodies strummed at the piano introduce us to the Gothic Hall of the nursing home, lovingly rebuilt on the Teatro alla Scala boards by the talented production designer Paolo Fantin. Between the doors leading to the adjacent dining room, the famous portrait painted by Boldini in 1886 is proudly displayed on the wall – shining top hat, white silk scarf knotted around the neck, elegant white beard and piercing eyes. In the salon, elderly people are hanging around, some in wheelchairs or with walking frame, other resting in armchairs, among caring nurses.
On a couch a guest is slumbering. He's a retired baritone and he's dreaming of his glorious past role as Falstaff. Through the windows enter the characters of the opera, in 19th-century clothing, to tease him in reprisal for his flirting ambitions. The sofa is his favourite place: he is always aboard the red damask couch on which he tastes Mrs Quickly's delicacies or sips from the numerous bottles of wine that promote his daydreams. In the final scene, a cruel hoax will be arranged for him: a mock grotesque funeral during which he is smothered with dirt and leaves. Before, instead of jumping into the cold waters of the Thames, he had been doused in blue confetti.
Here Nannetta and Fenton's love story matches the tender relationship between two elderly guests, as if they were the same characters as seen fifty years later – something similar to what happened in Rossini's The Lady of the lake staged by the same Michieletto, or in Rosetta Cucchi's recent Werther.
The story of Falstaff's clumsy flirting and his punishment are preserved, but Michieletto's concept tends to melancholy rather than buffoonery, more Rosenkavalier than opera buffa. His staging really pleased the audience of the Milan theatre, apart from the usual dissent by an isolated frequenter of the gallery. But La Scala would not be La Scala without it.
The affectionate and melancholic mood was matched by the orchestra. On the podium there was Zubin Mehta and his reading had unusual chamber music tones that highlighted the extraordinary modernity of the score. The woodwind instruments were beautifully matched by the sound of the strings, almost a string quartet, and the horns humorously picking out the theme of “le corna” (the horns) of the jealous husband, but had a magical resonance rarely perceived before.
The vocal rendition, essential in a work like this that thrives in the conversational style, is achieved by an Italian cast (with only one exception) that can articulate the words clearly and in a musical manner. Ambrogio Maestri's identification with Falstaff is legendary: not just on physical self-confidence (he is two metres high and weighs three hundred pounds: that can help!), but vocally too, the baritone displays a powerful and flexible voice well suited to the role, and he has long since found the right ways to paint the character.
A secure backup is provided by the other singers: Massimo Cavalletti as Ford, Francesco Demuro a lyrical Fenton, Carlo Bosi an acerbic Dr Caius. Out of the female cast Carmen Giannattasio (Alice) and Giulia Semenzato (Nannetta) were particularly applauded.
Con Michieletto l'ultima opera di Verdi è all'insegna della nostalgia
Arriva finalmente a Milano la produzione salisburghese del Falstaff di Damiano Michieletto, quasi una dedica alla città, poiché il regista veneziano ambienta la vicenda nella Casa Verdi, residenza milanese per cantanti e musicisti anziani fondata dal compositore nel 1899 dopo aver completato la sua ultima opera dove lui, vecchio musicista, mette in musica le poco gloriose avventure di un vecchio che non accetta la sua decadenza fisica e ha nostalgia del tempo passato.