Showing posts with label Bridcut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bridcut. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 April 2018

The Passions of Ralph Vaughan Williams

John Bridcut's film The Passions of Vaughan Williams is now available on DVD, marking the 60th anniversary of the death of Ralph Vaughan Williams.  Understanding a composer as a human being  enriches our appreciation of his music. When this film was first shown on BBC TV it shocked some. So RVW liked women ? There are worse sins and no coercion seems to have  been involved.  When Ursula Vaughan Williams wrote her memoirs, she had to be circumspect.  But she outlived most of their circle and in later years was irrepressibly candid, and we should respect her.  Ten years on from the first broadcast, I think we're mature enough to be able to cope, if we genuinely love the music.

Bridcut's film is authoritative, based as it is on the testimony of those who knew the man and his music, amongst them Michael Kennedy and Richard Hickox, both now passed away.  Anthony Payne, fortunately, is still with us, and hopefully for a long time yet.  There's a beautiful shot in which Kennedy is seen listening to a recording of A Sea Symphony, his face at once alert and contemplative. There are clips of a live performance of the Fantasia on a theme of Thomas Tallis, with the "long, long reverberation time", in the words of Nicola Le Fanu, resonating into the vastness of Gloucester Cathedral , the camera panning on the huge stone pillars.  Archive film of Edwardian London are shown with clips of modern London to the sound of A London Symphony : RVW was an urbanite through and through.  The war years are evoked by photographs of the composer in uniform, and the strains of Symphony no 3, by no means "pastoral". 

If Vaughan Williams cut a Falstaffian figure (in the words of Robert Tear "like a sofa, with the stuffing coming out"), he was also an Ariel.   He needed youth and beauty.  Flos campi, says Michael Kennedy, quoting Ursula, was not "a mystical work but Ralph's most senuous sensual work", inspired in part by a young woman whom the composer encouraged, working himself up into passion but taking things no further.  He also had what might have been a flirtation with Fanny Farrar,  which seems to have ended in disappointment on her part.  Clips from RVW's Fourth Symphony and  Satan's Dance from Job, a Masque for Dancing  make one wonder whether the composer used more   negative things to generate his music. This film also includes  a taped interview, then hitherto unheard, in which Ursula describes the first kiss which led soon after to a full blown affair. Nonetheless, RVW and Adeline were close, to the extent that Ursula was jealous.  How Adeline felt about the situation, we shall never know, since we only have Ursula's point of view, which understandably, she might have sanitized. Adeline's family were less impressed.  But what choice did Adeline have, given her dependence ? Quite possibly she was more hurt than she let on.  Perhaps one day the story can be told giving Adeline more respect, for she, too, was a strong character, and had served the composer loyally. 

After Adeline's funeral, Vaughan Williams went into a rage, destroying her things, then moving back to London.  His final years were happy, creatively and personally.  We hear snatches of the Ninth Symphony and Tired, the most personal of the Four Last Songs.  John Bridcut has made many films, some somewhat uneven, but The Passions of Vaughan Williams  is one of his finest.  Biography is speculation, but it is also a search for truth.  Art itself is a search for truth, greater even than those who create it.  

Monday, 16 October 2017

Jonas Kaufmann Tenor for the Ages the Hagiography

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One giant selfie ! Jonas Kaufman Tenor for the Ages, hagiography not documentary. The Curse of Celebrity.  It's not JK's fault.  When marketing hype takes over, the artist becomes Commercial Product, his art incidental by-product.  Kaufmann truly is one of the greats. "A singer who thinks" as Antonio Pappano "with matinee idol presence". Absolutely. We're incredibly lucky to have JK, he's more than just a singer.  But this film, by John Bridcut, is  embarrassing, catering to a market that thrives on hype.  So, love JK, don't love the promo video.
True fans love the artist, and love the art. They don't bitch if he cancels even if they lose money because they understand voice and don't expect singers to deliver like machines.  They aren't obsessives who push themselves above all else,  it's not good for  mental health.  JK is so charismatic that his personality is magnetic, which is something to celebrate.  Nothing wrong with being sexy, either.  But knicker throwing is daft, and the media types who play it up are cynical manipulators, who care more for clicks than quality.
It was good to see the dressing rooms at the Royal Opera House again and recall the buzz that goes into making a production.  Antonio
Pappano's enthusiasm is always fun. And it was good to hear the clips of the Vienna Tosca where things might not have gone to plan.  JK is a genuine artists whose love for repertoire spurs him on to new challenges.  Taking JK to Aldeburgh struck me more as a thing than a serious attempt on JK's part to take on Peter Grimes. But who knows ? JK has the intelligence to realize that it's always prima the repertoire, and how it can be explored. Sadly not many get that  Please read my piece on  JK's Mahler Das Lied von der Erde. No-one is so expert that they know everything and don't need to learn.  But a lot of the script seemed geared towards the mantra that art can't be taken seriously.. 

 Thank goodness that the show was followed by real opera,  Verdi Otello at the Royal Opera House, good enough to convert anyone to the genre if they care enough to listen and pay attention.  Here is a link to the thoughtful review in Opera Today of the live performance. Please read and enjoy. The range lies low, so it suits JK well : If his interpretation wasn't macho, so what ?  Otello's a much more complex figure than macho man. Delicious singing !

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