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A Twisted Tale
"Turn of the Screw" hits the stage.
By Marcel Smith
FEBRUARY 2, 1998:
Last fall, the Nashville Opera staged a sort of Super
Bowl-halftime-show production of Verdi's Aïda, one of the grandest
of grand operas. Aïda is an emblem of what most of us think opera
is--a grand spectacle with lavish costumes and sets and props, great big
people with great big voices singing sometimes marvelous songs. This kind
of opera, flaunting its artifice, can be a thrilling experience. Indeed,
its fans are as loyal as fans of the NFL.
But there is a second kind of opera too--a "music drama," funny
or serious, in which instruments and voices work together throughout to
build a sustained fable. Richard Wagner gets credit for the idea, but
Mozart understood it too. And so did Benjamin Britten. Britten wrote 16
operas, some big and richly textured--Peter Grimes, for instance, his
biggest success. But maybe his best opera is Turn of the Screw, a "chamber
opera" that the Nashville Opera Association is staging this Friday evening
and Sunday afternoon at the Polk Theater. Even a tolerable performance
would be worth seeing, but rehearsals promise this one will be an
experience not to be missed.
The source of the opera is Henry James' 1898 novella, a subtle, complex,
intensely psychological tale. The gist of the story is simple, a kind of
adult Hansel-and-Gretel fable--except this time Hansel is Gretel, and
Gretel loses. Sometime in 19th-century England, an attractive young woman
is hired by a handsome, wealthy man living in London. She is to be
governess of his niece and nephew, and she is to live with the children on
a grand estate in Sussex in nearly total isolation. Besides the children,
she has only one companion, the housekeeper--a kind woman, but not a rocket
scientist. The man has in effect dumped the children on the governess. She
is not to bother him with anything, but to make all decisions herself.
Materially, her world is comfortable and secure. But emotionally, things
right away go from bad to worse, and end in catastrophe.
What is wrong is never entirely clear. But whatever it is, it is mostly
in the young woman's heart and mind. She took the job only because she
found her employer a handsome and charming man who "needed" her to help
him; but her life on the estate turns out to be a dead end. The odds of her
finding any man, or of otherwise escaping her isolation, are basically
none. Before long, in her desperation, she's trying blindly to "save" her
young charges from a seductive "evil" that is at least partly a projection
of her own isolation and despair.
Britten calls this a "chamber opera." It is scored for only seven voices
and a 13-member orchestra consisting of a string quartet plus double bass,
harp, winds, percussion, and piano. The cast assembled for this production
is well-nigh perfect. All, including Evan Broder, the remarkable 9-year-old
boy soprano, are experienced performers.
Stacy Rigg, who performed here a few years ago in The Magic
Flute, returns to Nashville to sing the governess. She is a passionate
stage presence, projecting her character with a strong, expressive,
disciplined voice. Watching Rigg play an attractive, vibrant woman trapped
in celibacy is unsettling. We understand why the governess would be
vulnerable to the charm of her employer, whom we never see. But soon her
frustrations are channeled into the figure of Peter Quint, the estate's
former valet, now dead from a violent accident, who appears to her as an
apparition.
As sung by Marc Shreiner, a handsome Texas tenor, Quint is about
six-and-a-half feet of lithe phallic force, serpentine in the woman's
dreams. According to the governess's increasingly complex fantasies, Quint
was the illicit lover of her predecessor, Miss Jessell, now also dead--and
now also an apparition. Nashvillian Marcia Jones portrays the ghost of Miss
Jessell as a frustrated, intense female presence. Seduced and abandoned by
Peter Quint, she is now emotionally stalking the young girl, Flora, as
Quint stalks the boy, Miles. The atmosphere reeks of brimstone, burning in
the governess's head.

Haunted Evan Broder, Stacy Rigg, and Teri Ann Johnson
in Turn of the Screw
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Patti Thomas sings Mrs. Grose, the housekeeper, as an earthy, peasant
woman, who sees Quint's vile influence continuing even though he is dead.
For her, it is perfectly natural that the governess should have seen the
apparition. But most noteworthy, maybe, are the children's roles. At first
sight, Teri Ann Johnson, from Memphis, looks too old to be Flora. And the
music Britten has written for her is pretty sophisticated stuff, at odds
with her childlike behavior--until we see that Britten knew what he was
doing. Flora is indeed older than she acts. Her development in this
isolated place has been arrested--she is a child in a woman's body. On the
other hand, Broder's Miles sings music that sounds childlike, yet the words
he sings should be coming out of a mature man's mouth--his guardian's,
perhaps. And that makes the governess's increasingly intense love for the
boy not a little unsettling.
The singing is first-rate; the acting is first-rate. The set is a
minimalist dreamscape, artfully appropriate, expressive, and versatile,
enabling efficient changes of scene. John Hoomes' direction is perceptive,
imaginative, and effective. There are many deft touches. Maybe the most
important is when the governess, asleep during a musical interlude, is
visited by Quint, acting out lubriciously what we must imagine she is
dreaming. And Stacy Rigg, when she arises, shows, without speaking or
singing, how deeply the dream has disturbed her character. It is a defining
moment in the opera.
Britten's music, very different from Verdi's, seems the perfect vehicle
for this fable. He writes for the voice as well as anybody, shaping
melodies and rhythms to emulate the patterns of spoken English intonation.
Like Mozart's, his duets and trios and quartets are complex dramatic
events.
The orchestra's secure interpretation of the music is subtly responsive
to Karen Lynn Deal's acute and sensitive baton. The players aren't simply
providing accompaniment--the instrumental substance is married with the
vocal to embody the power, tension, and ambiguity of the energies at war
within this woman's soul. Britten's subtle and varied use of dissonance
most notably uses the grinds of two notes side by side--a C in one voice,
say, against a D or D-flat in another. And so the screw turns. When, at the
end, the governess weeps over the dead body of little Miles, the music
combines a soft, sweet harp with softly rattling timpani in a march-like
ironic dirge.
Britten's opera is a masterful translation of his source. That subtlety
and complexity may be the major difference between this kind of opera and
Verdi's kind. In Aïda, an archetypal love triangle gives rise to
occasions for thrilling, expressive song. Indeed, some listeners who love
the arias don't want to sit through the stuff that separates them. In
Turn of the Screw, there are no arias in this sense. The two acts
are two panels of a unified diptych, and the power of the overall design
leads us to listen, captivated, for textural subtleties, and ask what they
may mean. Every twist is functional.
This production of Turn of the Screw--even in the Polk
Theater--offers a rare and wonderful chance for a rare and wonderful
experience. Don't miss it.
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