When Antonio Vivaldi’s opera La Verità in Cimento (Truth Put to the Test) premiered in 1720, the libretto revolved around a “Sultan” and his family. The recent Zurich production (Jan Philipp Gloger) gears it towards landed gentry in the modern era. A swap of two newborns starts the story: the rightful heir to a family fortune is switched with the baby of the father’s mistress, so that the bastard will one day attain wealth and position denied his mother.
A baby-swap isn’t a premise that sounds very promising, especially given that only the affluent Mamud and his mistress, Damira, know of the plan. But this is Baroque opera of the kind that brought enthusiastic crowds in great numbers to Venice in the early 18th century. Its intrigue unravels thirty years later when both boys fall in love with the same fickle woman, Rosane, who should wed the “supposed” heir, Melindo. As might be expected, guilt gets the better of Mamud; he is ready to confess and set the record straight.
For this − the very first run of La Vertità in Zurich − the staging (Ben Baur) was highly original. Vivaldi’s Eastern opulence was gone; it its place were the black-framed rooms of a stripped house façade. The audience followed action in the rooms as each one passed by like a slide ruler: an elegant entrance foyer between an up-scale dining room and the husband’s study, a peach-coloured bedroom, a cinderblock garage housing a handsome Porsche. The set’s soft-shaded interior showed lighting designer Franck Evin a true master of his craft.
The family’s “elegant casuals” (Karin Jud, costumes) showed the family ready for a day at the Club. Only the rightful heir son, Zelim (Anna Goryachova) varied from the norm, sporting a black Goth look and soft hooded cloak. Her character tried in vain to win back the love he’d once shared with Rosane (Julie Fuchs), even though the ambitious girl was determined to stay with Melindo, the son whom she believed would be coming into big money.
To Zelim’s great humiliation, she and Melindo flaunt their sexual delights in front of him; she even straddles his head with her knees as he plants kisses up and down her thighs. Vivaldi might not have portrayed the lovemaking quite as − convincingly. But Fuchs took liberties: her dress was revealing; her tremolos were delicate and feathery in their enticement; her chest voice showed her powerful in her convictions. “I found love with a future,” she sings to Zelim, “but if (the marriage) doesn’t work out, I promise to come back to you once more.” It was a line so painfully misguided that the audience let out a belly laugh.