Ljuba Welitsch |
conducted: Warwick Braithwaite, directed: Michael Benthall; Covent Garden
Reviewed by Our London Music Critic on Oct 16 1949
From The Scotsman, 17 October 1949
Of all grand operas Aida has many claims to be called the grandest. There are no half-measures about the spectacle in the Covent Garden production. The stage picture in Act II, for instance, is an opulent study: as a general once summed up his impressions of the last war, "The noise! and the people!"
There is in fact, only one thing missing and that is animals. I have had a strong desire to see animals in Aida ever since I read that, at a recent production of it in the Hollywood Bowl the services of the Los Angeles Zoo were called upon to such effect that the Grand March had to be played seven and a half times before all the animals were assembled on the stage.
Warwick Braithwaite was in charge of the performance at Covent Garden. His tempi were good and he secured an excellent performance from the orchestra and knew how, and when to accompany his singers. Two qualities about the singers, especially, and the orchestra were missing: without them the performance was still excellent: with them the performance would have really been something wonderful: the first thing was a touch of real fire occasionally, the second thing needed was a little more subtlety, for, in spite of its grandness, Aida can easily be over-emphasised.
INTENSE ACTING
Edith Coates |
Kenneth Schon was the latest Amonasro: no black, savage warrior King of Ethiopia but a gentle, grey-haired, lilywhite-skinned old gentleman who nearly collapsed under Aida's reconciliation embrace. His voice is firm and sound but lacking in vitality and dynamic power so that the savage cry of Su, dunque went for nought.
Edith Coates is at her very best as Amneris and she brought the house down with her performance in Act IV. But then she always does.
The new Radames is Franz Lechleitner. His voice is strong, nel stile Tedesco, and he shouted a little the other evening. He seemed a little disinterested with his two quarrelling women, but I suppose he felt that having go his top B flat in Celeste Aida in the first ten minutes of the opera, the evening was over for him.
Reviewed by Our Music Critic
Taken from The Scotsman, 17 October 1949
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