It is hard to find a recent production of Werther that adheres to the space-time coordinates of Goethe's original work: from the backyard with plastic chairs and children playing with hula-hoops in Andrei Şerban's setting, to Liliana Cavani's cinema where Werther dies, not even this Rosetta Cucchi new production at Bologna's Teatro Comunale evades the tendency to bring the plot to the present time.
The interiors of the Bailli's middle-class house and Albert's living room, with its shelves full of fake volumes, represent the environment in which Werther tries in vain to enter. Every time he attempts to get closer to this world, a dark screen falls down to fend him off. In the end, Charlotte's house irrevocably drifts away from him to the bottom of the stage and becomes a screen on which the shadows of an old couple are projected to represent Werther's unfulfilled wish. Werther is no romantic hero in Cucchi's conception. Instead, his ambition here is domestic. Since the beginning Werther is sunk in an armchair in the proscenium, a bottle of liquor at hand and a pistol case in his lap. In the last moments of his life he dreams of his hapless love for Charlotte, a dream shaped as a long flashback, a movie with still images, slow motion and different lighting – there a warm, golden light, here the cold gleam of a spot on Werther.
Outside, nature's cycle of life and death is relentless: green leaves fall in the summer of his rendezvous with Charlotte, the tree trunks turn grey in autumn before being cut down in winter, a shabby Christmas tree stands next to the ubiquitous armchair. Strangely, Cucchi spares us the snowfall that usually accompanies Werther's death in the final scene, but she often gets lost in skits that take attention away from what is happening between the main characters – like the annoying picnic in the background during Charlotte and Werther's Act II duet. The same scene in Benoît Jacquot's London/Paris production is realized with a much more congenial abstractness that enhanced the drama lived on stage.
This uninspiring staging is counterbalanced by Michele Mariotti's passionate conducting: the prelude, the magical moonlit scene and the interlude before the last act, magnificently played before the lowered curtain (Il neige. Nuit dans la salle indicates the libretto). They all have unusual symphonic accents, expertly realized by the Teatro Comunale Orchestra.
Juan Diego Flórez plays Werther for the first time on stage. He has already sung “Pourquoi me réveiller?” in recitals and concerts and the aria has left indelible memories of the greatest tenors of the past century, such as Nicolai Gedda, who used to sing pianissimo the first high note, and Alfredo Kraus, who perhaps delivered the landmark rendition of this role. Flórez takes the path traced by Kraus. Famed in Rossini's bel canto, his Werther is a romantic hero dissociated from this world, a misfit. The impeccable phrasing, the faultless high notes, the dramatic accents and the uttering of words carved with perfect pronunciation are the essential quality of his performance.
The American Isabel Leonard is perfect in the role of Charlotte, both scenically and vocally. With her slightly dark tone, she delineates an intense character and, like Flórez, she exhibits excellent French pronunciation. The same thing can be said of Ruth Iniesta's Sophie, who is no flimsy childish character here. The only native French singer in the cast is Jean-François Lapointe, who has proved to be an effective and vocally authoritative Albert.
The good performance of the remaining cast and of the children's choir have contributed to the successful outcome of the evening. The performances continue until December 23, with Celso Albelo and Jose Maria Lo Monaco taking their turns in the two main roles.
Il sogno borghese di Werther a Bologna nella messa in scena di Rosetta Cucchi
Ultimamente è difficile trovare un allestimento del Werther che rispetti le coordinate spazio-temporali dell'originale goethiano: dal cortile con sedie di plastica e bambini che giocano con l'hula-hoop di Andrei Șerban alla sala cinematografica in cui muore il Werther di Liliana Cavani, neanche la regia di Rosetta Cucchi, in questa nuova produzione bolognese, sfugge alla tendenza di trasportare la vicenda nella contemporaneità.