Power struggle

Boris Godunov
English National Opera

La rencontre imprévue
Guildhall School of Music and Drama

The new production of Musorgsky’s most important work Boris Godunov, at English National Opera, raises more questions than it answers. It is an impressive achievement, showing a seriousness of commitment to the work on the part of everyone involved, and yet there can have been few people in the audience on the first night who didn’t feel that it was teetering on the verge of tedium, if never quite lapsing into it. Given that ENO had decided to do the so-called ‘original’ version of 1869, that is without the Polish Act and thus without any major female role, it was wise to perform it without an interval. Each scene, even the final one, was left dangling, before the next began. That made for a striking degree of discontinuity, at the same time as it eliminated distraction. An oppressive kind of continuity was provided by the set, a wooden hut co-extensive with the Coliseum’s large stage, askew of course as all ENO sets have to be these days, and as unremittingly grim as the weather in the streets. Some colour was provided by the costumes, but we could have done with a lot more; and the only props were exiguous, a wicker chair for the Tsar’s throne, for instance. Periodically the back opened to reveal dim skies beyond, and in the one unarguably mistaken director’s stroke Boris, having sung his farewell, instead of dying tottered off into the distance, one of two silhouettes, the other of course the Simpleton, the eternal symbols, presumably, of Russia’s oppressor and oppressed.

Tim Albery’s direction matched this austerity. His handling of the chorus was restrained, their cowering and their rebelliousness convincing and fitting Musorgsky’s vision of a people who are downtrodden without being sympathetic or even pathetic.