Puccini’s final opera Turandot, a fairy tale set in the China of some mystical past, returned to the Met with a strong ensemble of singers. Despite their best efforts and exemplary playing by the Met orchestra conducted by Carlo Rizzi, who led with both vigor and sensitivity, it did not quite add up to one of the unforgettable evenings at the opera. The popular long-running production often interfered with, rather than enhanced, the musical performances.
The night was memorable for a different reason. Bass James Morris, singing Timur, the exiled father of the opera’s hero Prince Calaf, Timur, was honored on his 1000th performance on stage after Act 1. This public display of respect for a veteran singer who has given much to the Met over 40 years is a great tradition that should warm the hearts of the audience, young and old.
Franco Zeffirelli's extravagant production premiered in 1987, about a decade after Morris’s Met career began. Its grand, busy and colorful sets and costumes are crowd-pleasing. The sight of the Imperial Palace in silvery blue hue flanked by gold roofs and poles in Act 2 still takes one’s breath away. It is ironic that a stage filled with props, chorus members and supernumeries diminishes a sense of drama in the transformation of Princess Turandot through love of a man. There is little room to conjure up imagination and inspiration from the score, as one is too busy following the stage action. Singers seem stymied by awkward blocking and formulaic direction. They make stock gestures and poses, but there is no character development, no sense of their motivations, feelings or relationships. Turandot’s declaration of love for Calaf after his kiss comes as a surprise as the two hardly exchange glances or otherwise connect before this.
The evening was saved by impressive singing by the two leads. Oksana Dyka’s steely voice suited Turandot’s fiendishly difficult entrance aria, “In questa reggia”, and one could hear the anguish and despair of her forbearer princess in Dyka’s deliberate and precise retelling of the ancestor’s tragedy. Her high notes were penetrating and steady, cutting through the heavy orchestration in climaxes. While one would have wished for more roundness and warmth in her voice, it was a pleasure and relief to hear a soprano deliver the aria with quiet confidence and precision. While she seldom varied her vocal color, she softened her voice as needed to convey Turandot’s vulnerability.