Madama Butterfly

Thanks to our good friend Lorenzo, Lilia had an extra ticket for Madama Butterfly. I volunteered to go (not the whole truth). You may not believe this but this is not my first opera but neither will it be my third.

This review is a bit of a departure from my usual cinematic critiques. I will be talking about the plot so I do not want to hear the usual wimpy compliant “Oh, he’s giving away the plot”. Opera plots tend to be a bit simple: someone falls in love, lots of happy singing; someone falls out of love, lots of sad singing; someone dies, usually the chick. To put some meat on the bone, Madama B was an ex Geisha who was married to Lieutenant Pinkerton, an American. They have a child. For Pinkerton this is a marriage of his convenience. When he sails away Madama B is filled with anxiety, and with good reason. When Pinkerton returns after three years he comes with a blond American wife intending to take away his child. Consumed with sadness and shame Madama B commits seppuku.

I feel woefully inadequate to comment on the singing, but what the hell. I did not think the tenor who played Pinkerton had a strong voice. He was no Domingo and the role of Pinkerton may have been too demanding for him (he is from New Jersey, that bastion of operatic excellence). As for the soprano, Kristine Opolias, she was great. Her arias were well suited for the role.  Her arias were not the thunder clap of Brunnhilde, rather they were proportionate to the role. Some guy screaming BRAVA behind me, gave her a resounding endorsement. So much for decorum. From a picture in “Play Bill” she looks like a hot babe. I can’t wait for the next issue of Maxim Does Opera.

The set production was outstanding. The set was minimalist in keeping with the Japanese motif. White shoji paper screens were effectively used to move actors and change sceneries. They could have used some color to break up the blandness of the white paper. Paper lanterns were used to change locals from the harbor to the village. A shower of cherry blossom petals rained down from the rafters creating a dream like effect.

A wonderful treat was the Bunraku puppeteers. This is a very old Japanese puppeteering tradition. The puppeteers wear black, like Ninjas but without star daggers. They manually manipulate the puppet on stage without strings. You are not supposed to see them, but I did. The child puppet was handled in this manner and in a dream sequence and so was a mini Madama B.

That’s it, feel spent. I think I maxed out on culture for 2014. See you at the movies.