“Too much sex!” declared the gentleman sitting beside me following the première of Daniel Kramer’s new production of La traviata for English National Opera. Featuring not one but two different colours of nipple tassels, it is clear from the minute the curtain opens that this will not be your standard crinolined soirée. The two party scenes are certainly the high point of the production – Violetta’s stunning art deco salon is a mirrored funfair, complete with ball pit and miniature carousel. Its guests, in various states of undress, are clearly having the time of their lives. This carefree depravity is transformed into something far more sinister for Flora’s party, a fetishistic nightmare in leather and slashed black silk. In this sense, Kramer and his design team perfectly capture the superficiality and sadism that bring about Violetta’s success and downfall.
Despite the entertainment value and striking imagery, the production is a surprisingly dull affair. Kramer seemed content to present a stand-and-deliver Traviata, with little in the way of characterisation. Most crucially, the interactions between the three central characters were woefully underdeveloped, completely missing the complex emotional holds these characters have on one another. Kramer’s few novelties quickly became eye-rollingly cringeworthy: having Violetta digging her own grave for the entirety of Act 3 not only grows tiresome but is about as subtle as Gastone’s sequined, red nipple tassels.
Kramer was perhaps not helped by his leading couple, who displayed curiously little chemistry despite both clearly giving it their all. Making his UK debut, South African tenor Lukhanyo Moyake sang with admirable clarity and diction, and vocally navigated well the transition from innocent suitor to drunken ex-lover despite a tendency to push the voice in his upper register. However, his stage presence was largely unmemorable, despite the distracting choreography he was called on to perform.