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JOYCE DIDONATO SINGS BERLIOZ

★★★★

Royal Festival Hall

JOYCE DIDONATO SINGS BERLIOZ at the Royal Festival Hall

★★★★

“on to the stage walked Joyce DiDonato in a sheath of gold, her signature hair magnificent and a glittering of jewels – a true Egyptian Queen Cleopatra”

The opening concert of the London Philharmonic Orchestra’s Autumn/Winter Season was entitled Joyce DiDonato Sings Berlioz, which might have been slightly misleading, if you had not read the music to be performed, as the mezzo-soprano performed in just one of the three pieces played tonight.

The evening opened with Samuel Barber’s Medea’s Dance of Vengeance (1955). This saw the large orchestra on stage playing rather brilliantly this tense and violent single movement. The piece opens with a sparse xylophone solo, joined by the harp through to violin and echoed by flute and oboe. The orchestra relish playing with full strength capturing the ominous drama of Medea as she moves onwards to her ultimate goal. The music continues to change tempos with each section of the orchestra throwing the themes between instruments. There is a strong piano staccato passage that repeats relentlessly and transforms as other instruments pick it up in different rhythms. It was a thrilling opening to the evening, with every instrument pulsating this dramatic work. Medea’s Dance of Vengeance is extracted from what had been Barber’s score for a full-length ballet choreographed by Martha Graham, unleashed with orchestra and dancer, that would have been a sight to behold.

Up next was another truly dramatic piece, Hector Berlioz’s The Death of Cleopatra (1829). And here on to the stage walked Joyce DiDonato in a sheath of gold, her signature hair magnificent and a glittering of jewels – a true Egyptian Queen Cleopatra. In just one act, The Death of Cleopatra has the depth and drama of a full opera with one solo performer and orchestra. As the orchestra played the poetical extended opening DiDonato’s strength and character is clear from her stance as to where she is going to take her Cleopatra. Her mezzo-soprano operatic tone is rich and powerful as she sings above the orchestra with a great feel for the French dramatic vocal style in the recitatives and arias, particularly when singing to her ancestors in the tomb as she prepares for death. In the final movement a strong plucking starts on the double bass (six of them), and on through the strings building the tension as the orchestra breaths with DiDonato, through to the piccolos slithering here as “the vile reptile” arriving to wrap around Cleopatra’s wrist and bite. Her final despairing utterances are joined by the double basses, in what can only be described as the heart beating and slowing. Picking up with the strings momentarily in a final quivering beat before stopping – silence. Death. Conductor, Edward Gardner, clearly relishes Berlioz’s twists and turns and creates an increasing sense of entombment through to the deathly silence. A strong debut for Joyce DiDonato with the London Philharmonic Orchestra.

Berlioz was just 26 when he wrote The Death of Cleopatra and Beethoven had been dead for only 2 years.

Which takes us neatly to Ludwig van Beethoven’s Symphony No. 3 in E flat major (Eroica) 1803-5, the final piece in tonight’s programme. This was Beethoven’s great breakthrough symphony, and music was never the same again. The stuff of symphonic legend, the symphony was originally written to celebrate the life of Napoleon Bonaparte. But when Napoleon showed imperial ambitions, Beethoven defaced the original dedication (to Bonaparte) in protest – and his musical revolution began with this glorious work. Once again Edward Gardner brings excitement and passion from the orchestra. The assured performance right from the first two bracing E-flat major chords to the dynamics in the first movement are intelligently paced. There is no mistaking one is hearing piano rather than pianissimo, or a forte instead of fortissimo. The second movement, Marcia Funebre, is a funeral march and always deeply moving. The Scherzo is well played, and the famous trio hunting-horn is beautiful. And then you trust Beethoven to take you forward to the fourth movement with yet more new themes. The final movement, Allegro Molto (very fast), does not quite pick up the tempo needed until towards the very end, when the symphony’s coda with horns at full throttle is thrilling.

 


JOYCE DIDONATO SINGS BERLIOZ at the Royal Festival Hall

Reviewed on 25th September 2024

by Debbie Rich

Photography by Mark Allan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at Southbank venues:

MARGARET LENG TAN: DRAGON LADIES DON’T WEEP | ★★★★ | May 2024
MASTERCLASS | ★★★★ | May 2024
FROM ENGLAND WITH LOVE | ★★★½ | April 2024
REUBEN KAYE: THE BUTCH IS BACK | ★★★★ | December 2023
THE PARADIS FILES | ★★★★ | April 2022

JOYCE DIDONATO SINGS BERLIOZ

JOYCE DIDONATO SINGS BERLIOZ

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🎭 A TOP SHOW IN SEPTEMBER 2024 🎭

ABIGAIL’S PARTY

★★★★

Theatre Royal Stratford East

ABIGAIL’S PARTY at the Theatre Royal Stratford East

★★★★

“the golden Outhwaite’s masterclass in subtle bitchery is unforgettable”

Mike Leigh’s 1977 biting social satire about a suburban drinks party which becomes horribly dark is a hugely popular modern classic, as witnessed by the man in the seat next to me reciting the play along with the cast. Apart from Leigh’s brilliant writing, another major reason for the popularity of Abigail’s Party was the iconic performance of Alison Steadman as Beverley, the party’s monstrous hostess, in the original production adapted for the BBC.

However, in Nadia Fall’s production, a mesmerising Tamzin Outhwaite makes Beverley her own. From the moment the curtain rises to Donna Summer’s Love to Love You Baby revealing Outhwaite on top of a glass-topped coffee table, dressed in a glittering, golden yellow kaftan and blue platform heels and strutting her stuff underneath disco lights, it’s clear that this is one hot hostess who is not afraid to use her sexual allure to manipulate.

Beverley is hosting drinks and nibbles for her new neighbours, gauche young nurse Angela (Ashna Rabheru) and her monosyllabic computer operator husband Tony (Omar Malik), plus stoic and sensible divorced Sue (Pandora Colin), whose daughter Abigail is having a teenage party at their home. Lawrence (Kevin Bishop), Beverley’s husband, pops in and out, being more devoted to his estate agent job at Wibley Webb than to his marriage. Given Beverley’s sneering, dismissive attitude towards him, you can’t blame him.

The initial party small-talk is excruciatingly embarrassing but hilarious; one new big laugh in the current production certainly wouldn’t have raised a smile in 1977 – Angela’s comment that they bought their house for £21,000. Beverley, naturally, is very keen to point out that it’s much smaller than her own abode, but this is far from where the sneering stops.

Beverley dishes out cigarettes from an onyx box, and drink after drink from a well-stocked cocktail cabinet, to her guests with almost the same gusto as she dishes out her barbed comments. She tells Angela that she’s wearing the wrong shade of lipstick; comments on Sue’s marital status, and constantly snipes at Lawrence. And as if that alone doesn’t make her soiree embarrassing, she is keen to impose her musical tastes on her guests – Demis Roussos and Elvis Presley.

It’s clear that Beverley has the hots for handsome ex-footballer Tony, and the drunker she gets, the more she pouts and flirts with him. Lawrence is clearly weary of this behaviour, and indeed anything she does, and Kevin Bishop portrays his pent-up rage perfectly, with subtle facial tics and a tension in his body that means he could go off at any moment. Abigail’s Party is certainly a comedy, but one which contains an incredible amount of tension which makes the audience gasp.

Peter McKintosh’s groovy set, with flowery graphic wallpaper, leather sofa and massive console unit containing the cocktail cabinet, record player and a fibre lamp which mesmerises Beverley, perfectly sums up the era’s taste. My one quibble was that the kitchen units were more noughties than Seventies, shiny and white with silver handles; they should have been as uniformly brown as the rest of the set.

The kitchen was the only wrong note in this excellent production, however. The ensemble are terrific, and the golden Outhwaite’s masterclass in subtle bitchery is unforgettable.


ABIGAIL’S PARTY at the Theatre Royal Stratford East

Reviewed on 13th September 2024

by Clair Woodward

Photography by Mark Senior

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

NOW, I SEE | ★★★★ | May 2024
CHEEKY LITTLE BROWN | ★★★½ | April 2024
THE BIG LIFE | ★★★★★ | February 2024
BEAUTIFUL THING | ★★★★★ | September 2023

ABIGAIL’S PARTY

ABIGAIL’S PARTY

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