COT's La Tragedie de Carmen

A reoccurring theme for me this year has been KNOW YOUR GENRES. By that I mean that almost everything falls into some category or other, usually by design. The latest show from the Chicago Opera Theater has a very well-designed look, feel, and genre: film noir.

Grand opera it ain't nor was meant to be, as my somewhat disappointed colleagues from the suburbs discovered. They were perhaps expecting a red velvet cape and dancing gypsies, but expectations were, indeed, challenged. (Expectations is another theme of the year to be considered more at a later date, but I was not disappointed by the look and sound of this Carmen in the least.)

Opera On The Edge, as it were, is different from the Lyric's edgiest. Chicago Opera Theater often employs young singers, on the road to established careers but not yet at Placido Domingo's level. The handful of productions I've seen there have never been of a traditional ilk-- no white-powdered wigs. This is infinitely more of a European influence as well as an appeal to the proverbial thinking person. After all, there is a challenge in all art of any merit, and Chicago Opera Theater is challenging and very artistic at all times.

OK, OK, about the show: it is strange. Sir Peter Hall's adaptation rearranges the familiar musical numbers and, as pointed out by the Tribune's von Rhein:

this Cliff's Notes "Carmen" reduces complex characters to schematic ciphers. There's no emotional development, since everything whizzes past at lightning speed, removed from a cogent dramatic context.

While opera may not be known for the layered characters of theater, one usually finds subtext in the music. Not so in this rendition: the four principal characters were reduced to the archetypal innocent, destroyer, lover, and egoist (crossing psych genres, I know!). The program notes make all this sound very reasonable and attractive, yet this Carmen presents itself as a drama accompanied by familiar hit tunes.

With so much of the music based on dance forms of the times and region (I'm thinking Flamenco-esque), I did wonder if a dance historian should be considered. This is obviously true of any Carmen production, but I was more keenly aware of this because of the bare-boned orchestra and lack of chorus.

Sandra Piques Eddy sang the title role with a most lustrous voice and seemed to have the rhythms in her body. She was a cut above all the other singers, who were merely fine. Young singers often lack the commitment that experience brings but good direction can help them accomplish so much. Which in turn delights the audience, right?

The simple set worked very well in abstract and symbol. Chris Binder's lighting design (he also did the Clemenza) was perfection! Usually the audience doesn't notice lighting unless a performer misses the mark or something goes awry. This show was so well lit that I was prompted to remember the same splendor in Clemenza: not subtle, almost campy, yet precisely perfect for the drama. Again, the film noir genre always had high-contrast lighting.

I wonder how a little Luis Bunuel surrealism would go with this adaptation? Ah, well, another genre for another time!