Pretty Yende, who surely can have the word “rising” removed from any description of her as a rising star, has a wonderful instrument. Her Elvira, last season, substituting for Diana Damrau in one performance of I Puritani, was the definition of a star-making performance. She continues to shine as a coloratura specialist, hitting high notes with remarkable agility. If there was the slightest downside to her performance, it was in occasional (if minor) difficulties projecting over the Met orchestra – but given the spotlight (obviously, the mad scene) she thrilled the audience. While I had not found Peretyatko-Mariotti’s performance to be as bad as some of her critics said, I do think, by comparison, it was pedestrian.
Michael Fabiano was a stellar Edgardo – and one that especially begged for comparison with Grigolo’s, earlier in the season. Vittorio Grigolo is certainly an audience favorite at the Met – he’s charismatic, can fill the house with sound, and brings irrepressible energy to every performance.
Unfortunately, during the April 5 performance that I attended, when the action became most frenetic, his singing would lose it’s focus on notes, becoming something more like excited shouting. Grigolo is undoubtedly a great talent – but sometimes his performances are great despite his singing, rather than because of it.
On the other hand, Fabiano’s voice was absolutely glorious – he never lost focus, his notes were beautiful. What surprised me Wednesday night was the realization, for the first time, as to how big Fabiano could make his voice – seeming more heroic than lyric, without sounding forced. His acting is not quite as good as Grigolo’s – his default emotion seems to be anguish – but taken as a whole, this was superb work.
(c) meche kroop
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