REVIEW: Handel’s Semele

Somewhere between an opera and an oratorio sits Handel’s dramatic musical work Semele. And for that reason, I will hereafter call it an “operatorio.” A generally well-liked musical retelling of the Greco-Roman myth of Semele, who, at Juno’s urging asked to see Jupiter in his fully divine form, promptly died, and the resultant child became Bacchus. You know. Standard Olympus tabloid fare. Semele was performed last night at Hill Auditorium, by the English Concert, conducted by Harry Bicket, along with the Clarion Choir, and a cast of world-renowned singers.

Semele was an unusual work for Handel in 1744. With one abstract exception, all of his previous oratorios had dealt with biblical subject matter, from the strictly-narrative Esther to the more innovative Messiah. Semele has more clearly defined characters than previous oratorios, and presents more dramatic situations that are explored within aria rather than recitative. Tellingly, it contains an unusually large number of duets, several back-to-back arias where one comprises a response to the previous (in one instance, Semele’s aria following Jupiter’s even picks up his meter and rhyme scheme, completing the last lines of his aria with the first lines of her own) and even a quartet in the first act — almost unheard of in this genre and time period.

Handel makes a lot out of very little. The score is filled with orchestral “effects,” which Handel generally seems more keen to play with in his oratorios than in his operas.This may have something also to do with the fact that the bulk of Handel’s oratorio-writing career happened after his opera-writing career was all but finished, and this change in style reflects a more general maturation as a composer. Whatever the reason, the Handel of Semele is far more playful than the Handel of Alcina, which I reviewed a few weeks ago.

The role of Semele last night was played by soprano Brenda Rae, whose performance was hampered more than anything by the fact that the titular character of this operatorio also happens to be the least compelling. Still, she did ample justice to it, and her rendition of “Myself I Shall Adore” in the third act garnered one of the only instance of mid-scene applause in the performance. And deservedly so. She brought a wonderful comic edge to the nearly eight-minute-long aria, which, through repeating only twenty-six syllables of text, can easily fall into tedium.

Equally comic was Elizabeth DeShong’s performance as Juno. (Her performance as Semele’s sister Ino — the two roles double — was more melancholy.) As Ino in Act I, DeShong enthralled with her voice (she is easily one of the best coloratura mezzos of the present day) but found the character lacking. As Juno in Act II, she made her first entrance with a fierce swagger that evoked the great mezzos of previous generations, such as Marilyn Horne and Christa Ludwig. Her Juno was both a comic and dramatic highlight of the evening. She, along with soprano Ailish Tynan as Iris, milked the first scene of Act II for every piece of laughter they could, and “Hence Iris Hence Away” achieved both riotous laughter and applause.

Bass Solomon Howard also played two roles, and if his first role as Cadmus was lacking in material, he made an impression on the audience with the sheer power of his voice the moment he first opened his mouth. A vocal highlight of Act I, he subsequently became a comic highlight in Act III, when, as Somnus, the god of Sleep, he faced off against the firey Juno. (Ailish Tynan’s Iris also played a crucial part in the comic stylings of this scene.) The lowest notes in Howard’s “Leave, Loathsome Light” got a noticeably impressed reaction from the audience around me, and his subsequent interractions with Juno received more than a few chuckles.

Countertenor Christopher Lowrey made the most of the relatively small part of Athamas, the prince to whom Semele is initially engaged, and he really came into his own in the last act, in which he sings the operatorio’s last full aria, “Despair No More Shall Wound Me,” which evokes some of the more popular excerpts from Handel’s Messiah. Benjamin Hullet had a bit more to do as Jupiter, and his rendition of “Where’er You Walk” (perhaps the operatorio’s most famous aria) was perhaps the most affecting moment of the evening.

The English Concert Orchestra was in top condition, as was the Clarion Choir. If there was one thing to be desired in the performance, it was brevity. The operatorio clocks in at about three hours of music, and the performance, which started at 7:30, did not let out until about 11:00. Still, Semele’s most lethargic moments are in its first act, and with such wonderful moments as Juno’s cheerfully sinister “Above Measure,” and the intensely dramatic “Ah Take Heed” between Jupiter and Semele, all the way through the end of Act III, it was hard not to be engaged, entertained, and at times deeply affected by this truly unique musico-theatrical operatorio.

PREVIEW: The Lute

Have you ever seen Chinese Opera? I certainly haven’t. Saturday’s performance of The Lute is the perfect chance to fix that! The Confucius Institute is hosting the Suzhou Kunqu Opera Theater for this unique opportunity in the Michigan Theater tomorrow for FREE to anyone who RSVPs. This opera is a classic Chinese story about a man named Cai Bojie who must juggle duty to his country, loyalty to his family, and love for two different women. The story was first written Gao Ming in the 1340s but has been constantly discussed and reworked in Chinese culture since its creation. The story traditionally acts as an allegory for Chinese loyalty, responsibility, sacrifice, and familial duty. However, the version which will presented at this performance was premiered in 2018 in Suzhou and offers commentary on life in China today.
I am excited to see how my concept of opera, based on the German and Italian operas I have listened to or seen, will be expanded by seeing a non-Western version of the artform. I expect to see differences between European and Chinese opera in both the performance aspects and the storyline. Instrumentation, singing, and dance styles will surely be different from those featured in pieces like the Marriage of Figaro. I expect that the storytelling aspect will differ as well. European opera follows the rigid lines of comedy and drama fairly well with the classic pyramid shaped plot. I’m curious to see how The Lute shapes its tale without those rigid expectations to follow, creating a different flow.

Image courtesy of the Confucius Institute.

PREVIEW: The Public

I will be reviewing the Public because it struck me as an interesting premise for a film. The movie tells the story of a group of homeless folks occupying a library during a bitter cold front. I can’t think of another movie that I’ve seen which focuses on the homeless population, let alone painting them as protagonists. In the US we have a large homeless population despite the fact that we also have enough homes to house them. Our society has put an emphasis on charity work for the homeless with soup kitchens and shelters, but hasn’t stressed the importance of knowing homeless folk as individuals and valuing them as part of our society. This movie seems like it is trying to move the issue surrounding homelessness into the light and question the way we perceive the community. I am hopeful that it does this goal justice. The Public just opened and will be playing at the Michigan Theater through April 17th so this week is your chance to go see it!

REVIEW: Xylem Release Party

Xylem, according to the opening letter of the 2018-2019 issue, has existed since 1990. I myself have been a part of the two most recent issues of the magazine, and even in the span of that one year it evolved immensely. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be a part of a publication with that type of history and capacity for growth. This year’s issue presented a unique collection of artists, each expressing their own forms of metamorphosis. While the release event itself was inspiring, the magazine is what I would like to preserve in writing.

One of the pieces that stood out to me during my initial read through of the magazine was Notes on Colors by Christine Mackenzie. Instead of normal stanza breaks, Notes on Colors separates lines with simple dashes. This creates a stream of consciousness feel to the read of the poem, which strengthens its subject matter. Notes on Colors, to me, is about being able to associate other senses with the perception of visual color. The poem utilizes a lot of nature imagery, like the feeling of wind to evoke the blue sky of a summer’s day or cranberry juice drying on your tongue to evoke the heat of redness. All in all, it’s a brilliant poem focusing on multiple forms of perception to solidify its expression of one.

Another piece that was particularly striking was Elizabeth Le’s Out of Many, One. The aspects of the poem that I found the most captivating were in its discussion of “broken language.” This is a theme I’ve discussed many times in past classes, so I’m familiar with its academic discourse and what it can bring to a classroom conversation. Despite that, I haven’t come across that theme a lot in my everyday life, so I thought it was refreshing to know the subject matter in a different context.

Out of Many, One accomplishes a lot in the small space of the poem. The narrative voice contrasts itself with certain aspects of her mother, illustrating how eloquent the mother figure is and how inadequate the narrator feels by comparison. The importance of physical beauty and musical talent are important to the narrator because they are emblematic of her culture. The narrator, however, feels as if she doesn’t belong to neither American culture nor her native one. Most of this internal struggle stems from observations she makes about language. Le ends her poem with “Bless it despite its ugliness. / Bless it / anyway.” It was a powerful poem with an optimistic conclusion.

The cover of the magazine itself is also really cool, with a glossy feel to it and a stark black and white color scheme. Images are printed in color on special paper in the middle of the magazine. While I understand the practicality of that, part of me wishes the images were spread a little more throughout the other works. Overall, however, I’m really glad to be featured in the 2018-2019 issue of Xylem, with my work residing alongside many other incredible pieces of art.

REVIEW: The Aftermath

It was a scandalous romance set in post war Germany with Keira Knightly and the couple that I was rooting for didn’t end up together, so it was exactly the movie that I expected. What I didn’t expect was to have the Michigan Theater main auditorium basically to myself when I watched it. It was my first time seeing a movie in the main auditorium (I saw Rocky Horror there but that was a performance so it doesn’t count) and I was pretty excited since that room is gorgeous, but the experience was a little disappointing. The only people in the room were the projector operator who kept wiping the projector lens during the commercials, my friend and I, and a couple halfway back in the theater. While I was originally excited at the concept of having the place to myself, it actually detracted from the experience. With such a large room and so few bodies to absorb the sound it was echoey and made things a bit difficult to understand occasionally.
As for the movie itself, I enjoyed just as much as an romantic drama set in another time period, but it wasn’t fantastic. My main complaint is that it felt abrupt and choppy. The romance between the main characters developed out of nowhere, hatred between the daughter and Keira Knightly’s character turned to friendship in a matter of seconds, an awkward sex scene turned into full-fledged love in the course of a couple days. It just felt like the story did not give these relationships enough time to develop. Also, I hated the ending. I love happy endings, I want everything to go exactly the way that they make you want them to go. Given this fact, its not surprising that I like romantic comedies, but it makes my relationship with dramas fraught. Keira Knightly and her husband have been apart for years during the war and they agree that the death of their son destroyed their relationship. It felt like they were agreeing that separation was for the best. Anyone from the outside could agree. And yet, she chooses to leave the man that is making her happier than she has been in years for the marriage she already decided was over. While I am not condoning cheating or affairs, sometimes people need to leave relationships that aren’t healthy anymore for new ones and that isn’t always an easy thing to navigate. It would be great if dramas could catch up with the times to display romantic relationships as the complex, unique phenomena that they are.

Image courtesy of rogerebert.com.

REVIEW: FLINT

Let me start off by saying that I am from Flint, Michigan. I was born and raised in the city and had lived there my entire life until I came to Ann Arbor. When the water crisis started I was in my junior year of high school and we knew something was wrong but had no idea of the magnitude and the problems to come. I still call Flint home and go there often to visit family and the community I love. First semester freshman year in college is hard enough as it is but my experience was made even more complicated when the water crisis broke international news. Suddenly it was my hometown in the news, spread across my facebook news feed, and as the subject of conversation everywhere. When people found out where I was from they would ask in horror how my family was, as if my city had survived the latest natural disaster. Many people, with both good and not so pure intentions, were focused on producing media around the issue and holding fundraisers. It often felt like my hometown was being sensationalized as a pitiable, suffering place. I have become incredibly cynical about outside activism centered around my city and our crisis due to these experiences; that is why I was very skeptical when I first learned about FLINT being produced on our campus.
In spite of my skepticism, FLINT blew me away. I am still processing the weight of the production. A couple scenes from the play really stuck with me as they resonated with my experiences or taught me something new. In the first half of the play one scene depicted a conversation of Umich students and faculty from Flint discussing their complicated relationships with the city. They spoke truths that I have been mulling over since I came to Ann Arbor, the fact that we identify as being from Flint, call it our home, but also acknowledge our privilege as members of the Umich community here. Another scene that stuck with me was the nurse character’s perspective as a health professional in this health crisis. While her impressions of the crisis itself were powerful, the part that really got to me was when she said exactly what I’ve been saying and feeling for years; things were bad before the water crisis, and no one cared about us then. Though the water crisis has shook my community, we were struggling long before it due to a government which does not care about poor, rustbelt, communities of color. We were abandoned long ago, making the water crisis almost inevitable. What I was not necessarily expecting was to learn about my city and its experience with this crisis. Flint is home to the Michigan School for the Deaf, but I was completely shocked by the scene detailing the experience of the daughter of deaf parents. I never thought about the role this sub-group plays in my community and the different ways it affected them.
Another unexpected experience that I had watching this play was nostalgia. I did not know any of the characters represented in this play, but they felt familiar. I recognized the traits that Flint instills in a person and the places which they occupied. Pictures taken in everyone’s favorite diner, Starlite; a prom scene set in Northwestern high school the spring before the school closed. I knew it was a play about my hometown when I could single out the places and experiences they described in the most vague of terms. I know better than anything not to go in the Flint River, I remember when they found a dead, frozen body in it one winter. The new, exciting bookstore opened downtown is called Totem Books and I’ve passed it in the car a million times, heard all the buzz surrounding it with little recognition for Black-owned bookstores in other parts of the city. I’m worried about the gentrification I’ve spent my life watching expand through the downtown area, just like that barber. This play didn’t include my narrative, but it was about me, my family, my community, and my hometown.

Picture courtesy of SMTD.