Sunday, 25 February 2018

"It's Fab-ray, not Fa-bare-ass!"

As dear Muscato might allude: "Silently, slowly, in a Rococo apartment in the "Embassies Quarter" of Paris - Rue Bénouville, close to where The Windsors lived in exile - a gnarled hand* reaches for an ornate gilt propelling pencil. Carefully, she turns to the page and strikes out another name in the long list therein. And smiles a secret smile..."

Nanette Fabray - one of the last survivors of the "Golden Age" of Hollywood - has died, aged 97.

  • A child star during the silent movie era, she starred alongside many of the greats including Ben Turpin, but she made her feature film debut as a young adult in the 30s as one of Bette Davis' ladies-in-waiting in The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex.
  • Miss Fabray was Gower Champion's first choice to play Dolly Levi in Hello, Dolly, but Marge put her foot down and chose Carol Channing.
  • After suffering the embarrassment of being introduced as "Nanette Fa-bare-ass" at a benefit attended by First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, she decided to change the spelling of her surname.
  • She became a household name in America during the mid 1950s as comedy partner to Sid Caesar on Caesar's Hour for which she won three Emmy Awards - but it was her appearance in a starring role in the film The Band Wagon, in which she performed the famous musical number Triplets alongside Fred Astaire and Jack Buchanan, for which she is probably best remembered worldwide.
  • She overcame a significant hearing impairment to pursue her career and was a long-time advocate for the rights of the deaf and hard of hearing.
  • In The Mary Tyler Moore Show she was mother to Mary Richards; and she continued her TV career with appearances on The Carol Burnett Show, Love American Style, Maude, The Love Boat, What's My Line? and Murder, She Wrote.
RIP Nanette Fabray (born Ruby Bernadette Nanette Fabares, 17th October 1920 – 22nd February 2018)

[* In case you are confused, dear reader, he regularly writes a fanciful allusion to the reaction of the oldest of all the "survivors" of that classic era, Dame Olivia de Havilland, to the news she's outlived another one. Of course.]

Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Not a sing-a-long

Venetian courtesan, complete with towering platform shoes

An extravaganza of a show, much publicised and universally lauded by the critics, the Victoria and Albert Museum (V&A) really went to town on its most recent blockbuster exhibition Opera: Passion, Power and Politics, which Hils, History Boy and I went to see last weekend (its last but one before closing). [A busy day all round - Hils and I also caught the final showing of a show I blogged about before: Balenciaga: Shaping Fashion, which was definitely worth catching.]

This was a bit of a "curate's egg", if truth be told. The exhibits were as over-the-top and brilliant as one might expect from the V&A, with an eclectic mix of priceless rarities (unique instruments; hand-scribed manuscripts; original art masterpieces) and more obvious items (busts of the great composers; costumes and scenery) on show.

Baroque opera costume

It was only let down by the bizarrely random technology of the audio headsets - these were meant to play commentary and music to set each scene, but clashed horribly with the over-loud music actually playing through the speakers in the exhibition and, if one moved even slightly away from the appropriate "hot-spot", one piece of delightful music faded away into another and back again...

Nonetheless, in extracts from this review by Jan Dalley in the Financial Times the rest of the experience is summed up better than ever I could:
"Death! Lust! Ambition! Decadence!" screams the wall text for Monteverdi’s L’incoronazione di Poppea, the first of seven operas under the spotlight... In terms of subject matter at least, this is opera starting as it means to continue.

Although opera has its roots in popular forms - pantomime, circus, carnival and street entertainments - it was in Venice in 1643, with Poppea, that the private musical entertainments of the super-wealthy rose to such a pitch of sophistication that they burst more or less fully formed on to the public stage, a new genre.

So opera was born a sophisticated form, demanding and revelling in the heights of musical technique and lavish presentation. It is the art form that encompasses all the others, not just music, singing, dance, acting and narrative but also design, stage architecture and more. Its storylines, as the wall texts in this brilliantly presented show emphasise, have always been intense: fantasy and myth, wars and dark deeds, love and rage, the heights and depths of human emotion. And, increasingly, social and political comment and satire.

Bernardo Strozzi - The Viola da Gamba Player
The exhibition shows this all-encompassing artistic environment, with paintings - superb thematic loans include Manet, Degas and many more - costumes, a reconstructed baroque stage, maps and posters, instruments, letters and so on. But it is interested chiefly in the social and political milieux that gave birth to these operas, each in a different city, usually at the moment of its rise to prosperity: through this lens, it’s a history of Europe itself.

Yes, opera has always followed the money. From Venice we walk on through the show’s loosely constructed maze, made of rough structures that suggest the backstage reality supporting the onstage glitz, to rich mercantile London, and the opening of Handel’s Rinaldo in 1711. It is a daft love/war story, but it had potential for the spectacular baroque stage effects that fashion demanded: a ship tosses on the waves of the tiny, elaborate theatre set as we listen to the mermaids calling.

In Vienna, just as the excesses of the licentious 18th century were about to meet a new radicalism, opera found its rebellious streak. Mozart and his librettist Da Ponte had to tone down the full political clout of Beaumarchais’ original to make their comedy of class and manners in Le Nozze di Figaro, the first opera to give prominent roles to servants. But the writing (“Lust! Egalitarianism! Mischief!”) was, and is, on the wall.

Mozart's harpsichord
Verdi’s Nabucco, in the Milan of 1842, gives us the voice of Maria Callas as Abigaille, in a rare (for this show) display of one of the great divas: they are not part of the story as it is told here. And with the giant chorus of the Hebrew slaves, Va, pensiero, culture is in full battle mode, embroiled in Italy’s nationalist struggles; the huge swell of voices in the chorus that became an alternative national anthem for the new Italy is interspersed with gunfire.

Giuseppe Verdi

Eva Gonzalès - Une loge aux Italiens [A Box at the Theatre des Italiens]
Radicalism, both musical and otherwise, haunted Wagner’s Tannhäuser (“Personal struggle! Morality!”), shown here not at its 1845 Dresden premiere but at its disastrous outing in Paris in 1861, where the composer’s rebellion against the conventions of Grand Opera, which demanded a lengthy ballet, led him to insert in the Venusberg music one of opera’s sexiest scenes. A rank of TV screens shows us a montage of recent productions: quite raunchy, even for today. At the time there was shock, horror and - since the opera had come to Paris at the behest of Napoleon III - anti-Bonapartist anger. Wagner, lampooned in a magazine as a tiny figure inside a giant ear, attacking the eardrum with a hammer and chisel, took the opera off after three nights.

There is more sex to come. Richard Strauss’s Salome, which premiered in wealthy, liberal Dresden in 1905, appears here in a video of David McVicar’s recent production with Salome, crawling half-naked, half-crazed and soaked in gore, passionately kissing the severed head, while the fierce nudes of Kirchner look on from the opposite wall. In front of the screen stands Freud’s carpet-draped couch: just a few years on from Breuer and Freud’s studies of hysteria, the opera was a potent mash-up of new thinking - psychoanalysis, gender and the power of sexuality - allied to one of mythology’s most powerful tales of greed and eroticism untamed. The composer’s copy of Oscar Wilde’s Salome, with its Beardsley illustrations, is a revealing extra.

From the unbridled Salome to the sturdy feminist figure on a 1925 International Women’s Day poster is a substantial jump in depictions of women. Now Shostakovich’s ill-fated Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk (“Murder! Passion! Bourgeois housewife!”) shows that in 1934 the ancient themes of love, jealousy and revenge still flourished in the new Soviet reality - although Stalin didn’t like to think so. The opera was censored; Shostakovich never wrote another.

The final room, with its large screens and performance stage, shows through a range of newer operas, including George Benjamin’s brilliant Written on Skin, why - if after this inspiring exhibition you are in any doubt - such a bizarre, apparently arcane art form still flourishes.
Bizarre and "arcane" it may be, but one can only gasp in wonder sometimes when one hears a sublime performance such as this...

Thursday, 15 February 2018

I think today should be...

... a "Say Something Hat" day...

Carol Channing (born 31st January 1921)

"La Tebaldi" (1st February 1922 – 19th December 2004)

Elaine Stritch (2nd February 1925 – 17th July 2014)

Ida Lupino (4th February 1918 – 3rd August 1995)

Charlotte Rampling OBE (born 5th February 1946)

Zsa Zsa Gabor (6th February 1917 – 18th December 2016)

Dame Edith Evans (8th February 1888 - 14th October 1976)

Carmen Miranda (9th February 1909 – 5th August 1955)

Leontyne Price (born 10th February 1927)

Marie Lloyd (12th February 1870 – 7th October 1922)

Kim Novak (born 13th February 1933)

Stockard Channing (born 13th February 1944)

Gale Sondergaard (15th February 1899 – 14th August 1985)

...don't you?!

By way of a tribute to all "our kind of ladies" whose birthday celebrations we have missed in the tumult of moving house and being away in Spain. A thousand apologies.