Decca
In the brief documentary extra Marina Bollaín talks about the necessity to “update” classic zarzuela to our own time, “because when it was written it was contemporary”. Her staging, a hit when first staged in Berlin and equally so when reinvented for the opening of the new El Escorial theatre [review], pulls no punches. On a fabulous Street Scene scaffolding set, a Madrid advent calendar where everyone’s visible at all times and where privacy doesn’t exist, the inhabitants of la Paloma work, play, love and fight in a vortex of music and emotion. Bretón’s score is augmented with Cuban salsa and songs, and for an intermedio we get the Chueca-like pasodoble from Torroba’s María Manuela. It was evidently a hoot. But home DVD is unforgiving, and without the live wow factor Bollaín’s street party is cruelly exposed as much for its theatrical conventionality as its dramatic stupidity. Underneath the Almodóvar trappings, this staging is neither radical nor truly contemporary, but just another chunk of old-fashioned Spanish tourist schlock. The problem is that La verbena de la Paloma is not a walking zombie in need of modern clothes and manners in order to galvanise it into life, but a living and breathing classic verse comedy which touches deeply on the urban human condition. How you dress it up is largely irrelevant. You’d be forgiven for not spotting that here, where de la Vega’s complex mix of degree – whether of social standing, age or emotional insight – is steamrollered by the need to party. Comparisons with Calixto Bieito’s darkly cogent vision, with its coke-sniffers and venereal filth [review] show up the one-dimensional triviality of Bollaín’s approach. Three examples from many. Turning Julián from a printer into an outmoded gas butane salesman flattens de la Vega’s original character, with its suggestion of the radical, working-class educated malcontent. Here he’s just a sympathetic, ordinary, lumpen bloke. Having the bawdy old vulgarian Antonia played as a transvestite male hairdresser would be fun, if anything at all were made of the idea as far as character, motivation or behaviour were concerned. All we have is a man in a dress. Worst, turning Don Hilarión into a sexy, long-haired, leather-clad 30 year old and reducing his social status to that of everyone else, removes the complex tensions of age and youth, money and poverty, power and impotence which make plot and music of this masterpiece so dynamically, universally suggestive.
© Christopher Webber 2009 Noche de verano en la
verbena de la Paloma, zarzuela in one act. Music: Tomás
Bretón; text: Ricardo de la Vega (adapted by Marina Bollaín)
27 July 2009 |