Le comte Ory (The Count Ory)
Kiri Te Kanawa Theatre - Aotea Centre, Auckland
30/05/2024 - 01/06/2024
St James Theatre, Courtenay Place, Wellington
13/06/2024 - 15/06/2024
Isaac Theatre Royal, Christchurch
27/06/2024 - 29/06/2024
Production Details
Composer: Gioacchino Rossini, libretto Eugène Scribe and Charles-Gaspard Delestre-Poirson
Directed by: Simon Phillips
Production Designer: Tracy Grant Lord
Conducted by: Brad Cohen
New Zealand Opera
A crazy comedy of disguise, seduction and chaos.
A whirlwind blend of silly and sublime, Le comte Ory’s music is bursting with Rossini’s trademark pizzazz, with a contemporary (and very Kiwi) staging by acclaimed Director Simon Phillips and Designer Tracy Grant Lord breathing new life into the work.
Starring a local and international cast, with tenor Manase Latu as the hapless Count Ory, soprano Emma Pearson as Countess Adele, Hanna Hipp, Moses Mackay, Wade Kernot, Andrea Creighton and Tayla Alexander.
Sung in French with English surtitles.
Age advisory: This production of Le comte Ory contains mature themes and content, and is best suited for audiences 16+
Auckland
30 May & 1 June 2024
7.30pm
Kiri Te Kanawa Theatre
Tāmaki Makaurau, Auckland
With Auckland Philharmonia
Wellington
13 & 15 June 2024
7.30pm
St James Theatre
Te Whanganui-a-Tara, Wellington
With Orchestra Wellington
Christchurch
27 & 29 June 2024
7.30pm
Isaac Theatre Royal
Ōtautahi, Christchurch
With Christchurch Symphony Orchestra
Prices between $25 – $189
Book at www.nzopera.com
Cast:
Count Ory: Manase Latu
Countess Adele: EmmaPearson
Isolier: Hanna Hipp
Taimbaud: Moses Mackay
Tutor: Wade Kernot
Ragone: Andrea Creighton
Alice: Tayla Alexander
Lighting:: Matthew Marshall
Assistant Director: Matthew Kereama
With the New Zealand Opera Chorus
Opera , Theatre , Comedy ,
2 hrs 45 min (inc interval)
A production of fizzing vitality and imaginative presentation.
Review by Tony Ryan 28th Jun 2024
Two operas for the price of one? Well almost. There’s the opera sung and acted on the stage, and there’s the opera on the surtitle screens. But whatever the discord of text, no one can deny the superb quality of the singing, acting, production and orchestral playing in tonight’s performance of Rossini’s final comic masterpiece.
Let’s get those surtitles out of the way first. There are times during the performance when I almost envy the people in the front row of the stalls where the surtitles are out of easy viewing. Admittedly, much of the colloquial translation is appropriate and very entertaining, and probably a reasonable way of making the language relevant to our times in the same way that the original would have communicated to its 1828 audience. In that respect, I suppose the translation (which I won’t elaborate on) of the French word ‘Ciel!’ that starts the Act 1 Finale, is legitimate in terms of the slang abbreviations that are common in our social-media-savvy era. And I have to say that I loved the emoji-laden interchanges that appeared in the surtitles when news of the Crusaders’ (rugby team’s) return arrived by text.
However, later in that Finale (which is one of Rossini’s most inspired creations), and again in the magnificent Act 2 duet between Ory and Adèle, the translator gets carried away with his own wit instead of trusting the inherent wit of the music. After all, Rossini, in both life and in his music, was one of the wittiest individuals of his time and, for those who have the perception to discern it, for our time as well. In both instances that I’ve mentioned, audience laughter at the surtitle gags obliterated some of the composer’s most exquisite music. The woman beside me certainly over-reacted to every cheap gag and generally behaved as if she was at a real rugby match, as opposed to this production’s substitution of rugby teams for the original’s crusaders.
Setting opera productions in our own time and place is not only quite common these days but, done with the right intentions (of supporting the aims of the work’s creators), a very good idea. As the great Scottish director Robert Carson puts it “We mustn’t let the audience off the hook”. In other words, we should ensure that the audience sees the relevance to themselves of what they see and hear on the stage.
In that respect this production of Le Comte Ory is brilliantly conceived, set “somewhere in Aotearoa New Zealand, sometime around 2024”. Just as Rossini and his librettists made fun of the social quirks and foibles of their own time, director Simon Phillips and his creative team shine the spotlight on those of ours.
Tracy Grant Lord’s set designs and costumes for each act, superbly supported by Matthew Marshall’s lighting, are stunningly effective and ingeniously complementary to the action. And so the stage is set for the excellent performances we get from everyone on it.
If Manase Latu as Ory initially sounds a little overstretched in his higher register, any misgivings quickly disappear as he proves himself to be an extremely effective Rossini tenor of a type that was hard to find anywhere in the world until relatively recent times. The production makes the most of his ‘big-boned’ physique, and his sense of comic timing and contrasting expressive colours is always engaging and responsive to the dramatic contexts. Latu’s naturally high tessitura, along with an ability to soar seamlessly into falsetto, is ideally suited to the role. His sour intonation ‘wind-up’ near the end of Act 2 is a particularly effective musical pun.
As Raimbaud (or Rambo as the surtitles sometimes have it), Moses Mackay is consistently effective both as a singer and actor. His attractive baritone is both distinctive in character and expressively flexible. As Ory’s sidekick, his antics in both acts are effectively comic, if occasionally distracting, and naturally acted in a way that makes him an entirely believable and individual personality. His contribution to the wonderful Act 1 Finale is particularly engaging and successful, not to mention his virtuoso delivery of his great Act 2 aria ‘Dans ce lieu solitaire’, one of the highlights of both the opera and this production.
In that aria, the men’s chorus also makes a significant contribution. And how good it is to have such a large and impressive male chorus on a New Zealand opera stage. Whether as crowd members, team-mates, demure pilgrims or returning crusaders/rugby players, this Christchurch ensemble (it’s a different group in each city of this touring production) is particularly convincing.
The women’s chorus is no less effective, and their starring role in the first scene of Act 1 is simply brilliant. The chorus work in this opera is notably important, so full marks to tonight’s chorus, both men and women, and their Christchurch chorus director Nicholas Forbes, especially when French is not an easy language to pronounce for anyone who’s never learned it.
The female principals are easily the equal of the men. As Adèle, Emma Pearson’s rich vocal timbre, agile coloratura and comic dexterity are always captivating and fluent, while Hanna Hipp’s solid vocal phrasing and youthful vitality as Isolier, once we realise that it’s not the traditional ‘trouser role’ in this production, is brilliantly compatible with the director’s vision of the plot.
Wade Kernot as the tutor and Andrea Creighton as Ragonde are both ideal in their comprimario roles. But the depth of talent in this cast is further demonstrated by the minor roles as played and sung by Tayla Alexander, David Moseley and Alex Robinson.
Keeping the best of an exceptional musical cast until last, the Christchurch Symphony Orchestra are on top form, consistently providing a faultless contribution to the overall musical excellence. Even if the Theatre Royal pit makes the orchestral sound slightly boxy, the vitality, ensemble and, when required, sensitivity of the instrumental playing is a huge asset to the performance.
As in Verdi’s Macbeth in 2022, conductor Brad Cohen has a clear affinity with Rossini’s effervescent style, even if I find one or two of the tempi a little on the leisurely side, and his ability to keep complex ensembles perfectly in sync while the singers are also required to move with physical agility and pace, is little short of remarkable.
Even if I have reservations regarding the sometimes-over-the-top nature of the surtitles, this is a production of fizzing vitality and imaginative presentation. The opera itself contains some of Rossini’s most inspired music and I am grateful for the opportunity of seeing and hearing it in such a superb performance.
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A comedy of disguises
Review by Elizabeth Kerr 17th Jun 2024
Take a beautiful operatic soprano playing a monied lady of privilege, embarking on a relationship with a mezzo soprano whose trouser role has been flipped to fit a sapphic love story; add a serial womanizer in the colours of the Aussie rugby team dressing up as saffron-robed guru to have his way with the heroine; imagine the rest of his team of wannabe Lothario-bros putting aside their gold-and-green kit to infiltrate a women’s wellness spa, dressed as “big-boned” holy sisters; and mix in a yoga class, some dubious sexual politics with inappropriate touching and the contents of the chateau’s wine cellar and you’ll have many of the ingredients of NZ Opera’s effervescent production of Rossini’s Le Comte Ory.
Of course, this is opera, and the most important ingredient is the music. This production offers us both gorgeous bel canto singing, and Rossini’s joyous and witty orchestral accompaniment, the latter played with sprightly style from the pit by Orchestra Wellington under the insightful baton of Brad Cohen, NZ Opera’s General Director. [More]
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NZ Opera delights with fun, fizzing farce
Review by Max Rashbrooke 15th Jun 2024
https://www.thepost.co.nz/culture/350310929/nz-opera-delights-fun-fizzing-farce
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A memorable if tacky interpretation delivered with vibrant and inventive spirit
Review by Francesca Emms 14th Jun 2024
After a fabulous reception from audiences and critics alike for their Auckland performances, my expectations are high at the Wellington opening of New Zealand Opera’s latest production, Le comte Ory.
The action, which technically should take place in 13th century France, has been moved to a wellness retreat in a very recognisable modern New Zealand where the privileged wives and girlfriends are going cellphone-free and finding inner calm while their rugby-playing partners are off on tour. And with the Kiwis out of town, the Aussies (the titular comte Ory their ringleader) have moved in to the AA campsite next door. This lays the foundation for “a crazy comedy of disguise, seduction & chaos”, with some truly delicious vocal performances.
As Adele, object of Ory’s desire, Emma Pearson brings her signature vocal sparkle and dramatic magnetism. The Australian soprano is particularly beloved in Wellington, where she made her home for several years, and some (well, I) now claim her as our own. As a musician she is technically and artistically superb; as an actress she is warm and funny.
As Isolier, the Aussie team’s physiotherapist, in love with Adele, Polish-born mezzo soprano Hanna Hipp is dynamite. Her performance is a masterclass in comedy: intelligent, nuanced, unselfconscious, all while bringing emotional depth and vocal brilliance.
Manase Latu’s Ory is extremely watchable, swanning around in faux-Buddhist garb. He tackles this difficult role with gusto and beautiful high notes, occasionally underpowered. While Ory is plainly the villain, Latu’s performance manages to bring a cheeky charm to this lecherous character and his seduction attempts.
The Act 1 finale is wonderfully sparkly with many vocal layers and a fabulous appearance from the always excellent NZ Opera Chorus. Overall, the singing from the chorus is exemplary and Orchestra Wellington, conducted by Brad Cohen, sizzles along underneath.
Moses MacKay is a showman with swathes of charisma, playing for laughs. He leads a very entertaining drinking scene in Act 2 surrounded by the men’s chorus dressed as pious washerwomen (or similar) who have infiltrated the female-only wellness centre. The women of the chorus shine in their big scene performing yoga stretches and taking a dip in the spa.
The combination of Tracy Grant Lord (set and costume design) and Matthew Marshall (lighting) is a winning one, delivering a visually satisfying and interesting production. From the rustic station house to the truly gorgeous wellness spa, the sets are beautiful, cleverly designed, and offer dynamic spaces for the performers to play on.
The only low point for me is the updated surtitles that become the lead character of the production and for all the wrong reasons, completely upstaging the singers. The audience’s gaze is constantly flickering to the surtitles – almost panicked, for fear of missing a gag – instead of allowing the performers on stage to tell the story. While a couple of those gags do have me laughing, mostly they’re off-colour or lazy.
Of course it’s always tricky to bring a story like this into a modern era and land it with a post #metoo audience. There are hits and misses with this production. On stage, I see slick satirical choices, but I’m baffled and disappointed by the tacky, dated jokes in the surtitles. It is a strange disconnect. I am disappointed too that Ory doesn’t get as big a come-uppance as he should have. In fact he seems to rather enjoy the ‘torture’ he receives. Without just punishment, I feel robbed of the satisfaction that would have offered.
Admittedly the story is a thin one; the only real moments of sincerity in the opera are when Hipp and Pearson are together. For the most part the characters are unfortunately one-dimensional, prone to slapstick and buffoonery. However Simon Phillips’ lively direction ensures a memorable interpretation of Rossini’s lesser-known work and NZ Opera once again shows its vibrant and inventive spirit with an entertaining night out.
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NZ Opera scores a winning try with its latest production.
Review by Renee Liang 01st Jun 2024
It takes balls to drastically reimagine a revered European classic opera, and even more to imagine the entire thing as an extended rugby metaphor, but NZ Opera scores a winning try with its latest production of Le Comte Ory.
Director Simon Philips shows his colours on the pitch early. The comic villains of the piece, the titular Ory and his scheming sidekick Raimbald, show up in ‘Wallabies’ uniforms just as the All Blacks drop off their wives and girlfriends (WAGs) at a luxury resort while they embark on an international campaign. Exactly why the Wallabies are left out of a tournament involving NZ, South Africa and France is left to audience conjecture, but perhaps it has something to do with the fact that their star forward, Ory, is more of a player who likes to chase skirts.
If none of this is sounding familiar, it’s because Phillips (a Kiwi who has spent most of his professional life in Australia) has completely reimagined Rossini’s 1828 opera. The original was set at the time of the Crusades, with the set up that a bunch of beautiful, chaste women are locked up in a castle by their men while they are away. It is now set in present day Aotearoa, in a luxury faux ‘Chateau’ in the midst of our Southern Alps, and the opposing militias translated into its present day equivalent, national sporting teams.
Philips, renowned for his high production values and fast-paced productions (ATC’s North By Northwest being one), goes hard for the try line here, with teammates Tracey Grant Lord (set and costume design) and Matthew Marshall (Lighting designer) being a solid unit that you could throw a blanket over. Together, they cram as many Kiwiana clichés into the show as they can. The classic roadside dunny and the Southern Alp lodge with all-white interiors and uniformed spa attendants get major shout-outs, while the cast are kitted out in baby-doll negligees and towel headdresses, as well as deliberately gross culturally-appropriated faux Buddhist robes.
The libretto is sung in French, but Phillips, credited in the program as a ‘translator’ of the English surtitles, plays fast and loose with the content. Many many rugby references appear, along with Australasian (?) expressions like ‘bevy of bountiful babes’ and Kiwisms like ‘nek minnit’, prompting many genuine LOLs.
At interval I asked an operatic friend whether the French had been, er, ‘adjusted’ too – but was told that apart from a few word changes here and there, the libretto is sung as originally written. Translation has always been a creative collaboration between the writer and the translator, so although purists may flinch, I personally love this bending of the rules. Phillips’ handling of the ball on modern vernacular (he states in the program that he’s inspired by social media and YouTube) is perfect – at least in the eyes of this Gen X-er.
Talented players, including expats and internationals, take to the field. Manase Latu in the titular role of Comte Ory, comes home to his first captaincy at NZ Opera. His rounded, shimmering tenor is a revelation – it’s utterly convincing that women capitulate when he whispers in their ears. Moses Mackay, perhaps best known to non-opera audiences as NZ’s Bachelor who refused to follow the script and to my kids as one part of their fave group Sol3Mio, is his wingman, setting up the fast passes for the Count. Both Latu and Mackay display a talent for physical comedy, but it is the women – Emma Pearson as Adèle and Hanna Hipp as Isolier – who really win the line out as comic geniuses.
Pearson in her roles of Adèle is convincingly girlish, naive, vulnerable in her celebrity – the classic little girl in a woman’s body – but grows into her womanly powers once she realises she’s in love with Isolier. Hipp – who has sung Isolier in other companies as a male character, clearly relishes the flip Phillips has made to a female and plays the lusty suitor (now a sports physio) with physicality, as well as an impressive abs-baring physique.
The flip of the ‘trouser role’ of Isolier makes for an interesting, modern take on the plot. However this leads to a less than convincing final scene, when Adèle and Isolier are supposed to humiliate Ory. The hapless Ory is tied up with fluffy ropes and ‘tortured’ with ice cubes and candles. I’m told being treated in this way by two attractive women is a dream sexual scenario for the average man, yet the original plot demands Ory beg for mercy and agree to leave immediately. Huh?
Disappointments in this game were few. Unfortunately, the well-known dead zone in the Kiri Te Kanawa Theatre persisted despite the recent renovations, with seats including mine affected by dull sound and the singers occasionally unable to be heard over the orchestra. But I delighted in the fact the singers were largely able to fill the space without amplification – I much prefer this to the trend towards mic-ing everything. Also, watching 15 opera singers attempt a line-out on stage in the Aotea Centre is a sight that will not soon be forgotten.
Le Comte Ory, brimming with the frothy easy-listening melodies of Rossini and a witty take on Trans-Tasman rivalry, is a sparkling night out. It’s meant to be entertainment and indeed it is. Phillips’ makeover also takes aim at luxury resorts, wellness culture, the cultural appropriation of eastern mysticism, the Kiwi tendency to elevate almost anyone rugby-adjacent to ‘celebrity’ status, trendy Otago farmer’s markets, and the seeking out of gurus/ influencers for advice – first world problems, in other words. But it never labours these points seriously enough to dent the entertainment value.
For me, this game makeover was a winner. The elements all come together, and the committed cast makes it work. (It’s probably not a spoiler that the All Blacks return victorious, and their women too successfully protect their honour on home turf). Hopefully Rossini – whose career was dedicated to entertaining his own, 19th century community, while offering witty observations from his point of view as a gigging artist – would approve. I think it will win hearts around Aotearoa too.
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