If you happened to listen to Mercadante’s Il bravo blindly, you could almost swear you were listening to some unknown Verdi opera; except that Verdi’s first opera, Oberto, was only going to appear eight months later, while this was already Mercadante’s 44th opera! This is the sixth of the canon to be rediscovered at Wexford Festival Opera over the past twenty years, and one can easily understand why this is.
Director Renault Doucet goes for a split kind of staging, where the opera is set in its original time – 16th-century Venice – and uses beautiful period costumes (André Barbe) but the action is occasionally framed and contrasted by contemporary scenes of tourists getting off cruise ships and walking around in herds around Piazza San Marco taking selfies. While the meaning of this directorial choice eluded me (clarifying that the action was set in Venice?), it was still possible to focus on the period scene and try to follow the story.
We come to the thorny point of the libretto, written by Gaetano Rossi and Marco Marcello and based on a French play, in turn based on James Fennimore Cooper's novel The Bravo. Of all the senseless plots that give opera a bad name, this ranks pretty high. Beyond the unlikelihood of the story, the problem here is the dramatic structure of the libretto, which is weak and hampers immediate comprehension and, therefore, identification with the story. Il bravo demonstrates the importance of the libretto.
But then we have Mercadante’s music, which is nothing less than sublime. He is the missing link between Italian bel canto and Verdi. While we can recognise touches of Rossini and Donizetti in the score, we can more clearly hear Verdi’s style, and are suddenly faced with the huge debt the more famous composer owes to Mercadante.