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A CurtainUp London Review
Don Giovanni from OperaUpClose
The premise is that the Don Giovanni for the twenty first century is a banker called Johnny, as if bankers could have any more bad press than they have had already! Played by Marc Callahan who has the kind of schoolboy face which will get him ID’d in any bar, it is barely credible that he has had the years to claim 1003 conquests in London let alone 640 in New York and another 380 in Sydney, Berlin and Tokyo. We are indebted for this information to an updated version of Giovanni’s servant Leporello, renamed Alexander (Tom Stoddart) who we are told is Johnny’s intern and who is dragged along in the wake of his mentor. The flaw is, that if according to Alexander, Johnny scores once a day, he has been on a six year internship! The opening scene sees Johnny raping Anna (Fleur Bray) after a dinner party at her barrister father’s house and then murdering her father the Commendatore (Gerard Delrez). Zerlina (Emily-Jane Thomas) is a gap year student about to go off to Bangkok with her awkward boyfriend Nathaniel (Marcin Gesla). Anthony Flaum as Octavius is Anna’s conventional fiancé. The singing of the arias is fine. We are constantly reminded that there is so much more talent out there than there are employment opportunities in traditional venues. However on characterisation I found Marc Callahan’s Johnny to be singularly lacking in charm, he seemed as reptilian as his snake skin shoes but maybe a platinum credit card is all it takes for a modern day Giovanni to be sexually successful? There are witty touches with Giovanni’s plethora of text messages, deleted of course by him. There is real emotion from Rosalind Coad in her portrait of the abandoned Elvira but I had trouble in believing in Emily-Jane Thomas’ teenager. The opera comes in at two and a quarter hours with some cuts to the recitative and the finale of the first act and with a truncated ending of the second act. The set looks like an installation from a modern art gallery with its scaffolding stairs and balcony but the final scene has a coffin filled with the embalmed body of the Commendatore rather than a statue which comes to life and this is problematic. Giovanni meets his end by hanging himself in shadow behind a screen rather than being dragged off to Hell. Last year’s La Boheme had a scene set in the bar at the Soho Theatre which was atmospheric, exciting and innovative. In this year’s Don Giovanni Johnny and Alexander race across the balcony and can be seen if you were looking up at the time but blink and you’ll miss it.
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