Cleveland Opera Theater
Maltz Performing Arts Center
April 29, 2018
Puccini: Madama Butterfly
Dina Kuznetsova, Cio-Cio San
John Pickle, B.F. Pinkerton
Young Kwang Yoo, Sharpless
Sandra Ross, Suzuki
Mark James Eldred, Goro
Jason Budd, Il Bonzo
Domenico Boyagian, conductor
Scott Skiba, stage director
Matthew D. McCarren, scenographic design
Brittany Merenda, projection design
Make no mistake, opera is alive and well in Cleveland. In the last three weeks, Clevelanders were afforded the opportunity to see as many operas – Apollo’s Fire in L’Orfeo (arguably the first great opera ever written), the magnificent Tristan und Isolde from The Cleveland Orchestra (arguably the most groundbreaking opera ever written), and last but not least, Cleveland Opera Theater’s Madama Butterfly (arguably the most popular opera ever written). The venue of choice for Butterfly was the beautiful Maltz Performing Arts Center, a former synagogue now used as a performance venue by CWRU, and a space which lent itself well to opera.
The work opened in faux-orientalism, evocative of its Japanese setting, and while the 30-piece orchestra sounded a bit thin for the lushness of Puccini, they generally exhibited a consummate level of playing and fine support for the vocalists under the baton of conductor Domenico Boyagian. (And amongst their ranks was concertmaster Aubrey Murphy who formerly held that title at the Sydney Opera House). The bulk of the scenery was comprised of a Japanese-style screen that stretched the length of the stage, often enhanced with lighting or projections – simple yet effective. When Pinkerton was introduced, a brass choir intoned The Star-Spangled Banner in stark contrast to the previously heard orientalism. John Pickle played a confident Pinkerton (substituting for an indisposed Timothy Culver), and was especially fine in the ensuing duet with Sharpless, the latter role given by the convincing Young Kwang Yoo – and both voices combined in a truly Puccinian sumptuousness.
In Cio-Cio San’s (i.e. Butterfly) first appearance, she was draped in a radiant pink, and the wedding which quickly followed was presented with ample pageantry. The Star-Spangled Banner was pitted atop the oriental pentatonicism, signifying the (tenuous) union of the two cultures. A booming Jason Budd appeared as Il Bonzo, admonishing and ultimately renouncing Butterfly, dramatically enhanced by the gong – as sure a sign as any that the bliss of the newlyweds would be short-lived. Dina Kuznetsova was memorable in the title role and had excellent chemistry with Pickle as evidenced by the gorgeous extended duet that closed the first act.
Three years separated the following act, and the set depicted an American flag Butterfly had hung as a beacon of sorts to her husband now an ocean apart – and in keeping with historical accuracy, a 45 star flag was special ordered for the performance. Kuznetsova shone in the opera’s most recognizable excerpt, Un bel dì vedremo – filled with longing and hoping, yet tempered by a more rational perspective, as if she had gained wisdom during the intervening years and knew that all could not be well. And this was indeed confirmed in her drawn out dialogue with Sharpless, in which the truth that Pinkerton married another all but unraveled. The act concluded with the “Humming Chorus”, here portrayed as a candlelight procession with the chorus dispersed throughout the sanctuary. Gentle touches in the harp added to the scene’s ethereal beauty, to my mind, the afternoon’s scenic and musical highlight.
Looming tragedy clouded the opening of Act III, yet there was striking contrast in the warmth of the sunrise. Pinkerton at long last returned (new wife in tow) – noticeably aged – and Pickle portrayed him as not incapable of remorse, having seemingly matured from the Don Juan of his younger days. Still, this did little to mitigate the tragic ending – with Butterfly’s child wrapped in the American flag to signify her loss of custody, she had little recourse but to take her own life to avert the shame she would otherwise undergo. Pinkerton cried out for her, but by then it was too late, and an iridescent butterfly was projected onto the screen – a final image of heartbreaking power.