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Arcadia, by Tom Stoppard, directed by David Leveaux

Brains at the boiling point. Critics mostly ate up the revival of Tom Stoppard’s 1993 puzzle comedy, Arcadia, with a spoon. So why on leaving the theatre did I find not a single idea revolving in my mind? Arcadia is stuffed with ideas—about chaos theory, literary ambition, Newton’s impact on physics, and much more—which whiz by like packed cars on the Piccadilly line. “Maybe they’re more thought-provoking,” my companion mused, “if you haven’t thought them before.” She was pointing to the relatively shallow level of discourse on stage. Half a dozen characters who pass for brilliant, or at least A-levels bright, are set in motion to produce talky-talk about deep subjects. But as one character observes tartly, a retort isn’t the same thing as an answer. And repartee is the opposite of revelation. which gives Arcadia, for all its manic verbiage, an air of chilliness. With tongues as pointed as épées, these people are ever on the retort, but their answers remain at the level of flash.

Prom 50: Beethoven, Fidelio with Barenboim and the West-Eastern Divan Orchestra

Eminence grise. As one of the grand old men of classical music, for that’s what we must consider former child prodigy Daniel Barenboim, he has considerable power to wield. He has wielded it very benignly as conductor of the Israeli-Palestinian youth orchestra, West-East Divan, which is now ten years old. Last night at Albert Hall was their farewell concert of the summer, and Barenboim gave a touching speech about Mideast reconciliation. To thunderous, good-hearted, tireless applause he worked his way through the orchestra, shaking hands and embracing his young musicians, who come from all parts of the Arab world, not just Palestine, and some European countries, not just Israel. They had just concluded a rousing performance of Fidelio, an opera dedicated to freedom and the victory of virtue over tyranny. A line-up of good singers was capped by two who were much more than good, Waltraud Meier as the heroine Leonora and Sir John Tomlinson as Rocco, the benign jail-keeper.

Movies Used to Be Flammable: A Review of the New Film, Inglourious Basterds

Great films, like big fish with teeth, have a disturbing tendency to obliterate lesser films. You don’t see too many newspaper mogul movies made after 1941. After seeing Inglourious Basterds, I’m not sure I can ever watch another World War II movie. The early films of Quentin Tarantino, which often depicted obliteration, sucked much of mid-1990s cinema into their orbit. Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction were so influential, and so good, that it seemed for a period that there could be no other way to make a gangster movie, and one result was the series of lesser imitations which followed. Those days now make for poignant recollection; Pulp Fiction was arguably the last time a movie caused such widespread excitement simply for being good and the fact that its influence has now faded, while its goodness has not, demonstrates that it is better to be good than influential. I think Quentin Tarantino knows this.

Got Wagner? – Wagner and the Choral Tradition

However ideologically opposed he might have been to the idea of choral music, and, in spite of his own injunction against the unnaturalness of simultaneous voices, in practice Wagner outfitted his operas with exceptional choral writing. Tannhäuser and Lohengrin are unimaginable without their famous choruses. While such writing eludes Rheingold, Walküre, and Siegfried, in dogmatic adherence to his pre-Schopenhauerian views at the time, Wagner relented and laced his later operas with sumptuous and varied choral passages. Throughout Parsifal, Wagner balanced differing choral idioms: the antiquated and sacred in Acts I and III, the romantic and sensual in Act II. Meistersinger, albeit partly a platform for purposeful anachronistic caricature, has his most varied and imaginative choral writing.

Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale at the Old Vic: The Bridge Project Revisited

I’ve gone to a lot of Shakespeare this summer, four plays in a month, but nothing had me more curious than the Old Vic’s transatlantic production of The Winter’s Tale. It’s one half of the Bridge Project, which combines British and American actors in productions that appeared first in New York and now in London. Winter’s Tale alternates with Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard, and although various critics prefer one over the other, all agree that Simon Russell Beale, as King Leontes, has been stellar. He would almost have to be, given the impossibility of the role. Othello’s jealousy seems improbable to many, spurred as it is by a stolen handkerchief embroidered with strawberries, but Iago’s malice ignites it and keeps it burning.

Matthias Goerne and Christoph Eschenbach in Late Schubert

Ravinia in the North Shore suburb of Highland Park is the summer home of the Chicago Symphony, although every year the pop side of the Festival seems to encroach a little more on the serious. I wonder if Music Director James Conlon had anything to do with engaging Tom Jones and the Squirrel Nut Zippers. Luckily there are two venues at Ravinia, the large Pavilion programmed for the masses, and the 850 seat Martin Theater, where chamber music and song recitals are performed. Bryn Terfel made his American recital debut in the Martin, and it was a coup this year for Ravinia to secure for the theater Matthias Goerne and Christoph Eschenbach’s traversal of the three major song cycles of Schubert in a single week, concerts otherwise heard only in London and Austria. The two artists also gave a public master class coaching Schubert with young singers in the Festival’s Steans Institute training program. It was then a week of sheer delight for lovers of German Lieder, whose average age, sad to report, seemed to hover somewhere around 67.

Gioachino Rossini, Semiramide – Bel Canto at Caramoor – Orchestra of St. Luke’s, Will Crutchfield, conductor

Opera-lovers owe the Caramoor Festival a vast debt for their splendid revivals of bel canto masterpieces. Rossini’s massive opera seria is perhaps not as obscure as some, because Joan Sutherland adopted it as a vehicle (in a mutilated form, in which her character, Semiramide, made even more prominent by cuts in other roles, does not die in the end), and the Met staged it for Marilyn Horne in 1990, after a ninety-five year hiatus. Once we become accustomed to Rossini’s highly conventionalized musical language, in which we have to listen through charming tunes and florid ornamentation to connect with a psychological and dramatic core which is most definitely present, we can appreciate the force and grandeur of his neo-classical music drama. Rossini’s fixed musical forms, which remained the same, no matter how fully developed or elaborate they might be, give Semiramide a special monumentality all its own: the tensions of the plot, in which unknown relationships and criminal secrets emerge, become all the more powerful, as they act against this classical inertia. Semiramide is a great opera, and it was a brilliant idea to present it in concert with minimal dramatic action with Will Crutchfield, who has a unique affinity for Rossini, and The Orchestra of St. Luke’s, a small orchestra with plenty of color in its string section that sound just right for Rossini, and with a stellar cast of some of the most promising younger singers, including Vivica Genaux, Angela Meade, Lawrence Brownlee, and Daniel Mobbs. The results were quite thrilling, and it was a joy to see Rossini’s masterpiece in working order again.

As You Like It by William Shakespeare at the Globe, London

It was a perfect June day across the Thames (although we waited until August before it arrived), and if Shakespeare’s company were acting, flags would be flying above their theatre, hailing water taxis to row across to disreputable Southwark. Imagine a place where, if you tired of Lear or Macbeth, you could go watch dogs tear a bear to pieces. Twelve years ago long-faded images materialized as a faithful reproduction of the Globe Theatre, built in 1599, which was probably the year As You Like It was written—my play of the day—and perhaps Hamlet, too. They are the first names that come to mind as a Shakespearean tragedy and comedy, and neither is more enduring than the other.