A Flowering Tree

Saturday, 7 March 2009

I had amazing seats to this production courtesy of a friend who sings with the WA Symphony Chorus, and it was quite a change to see the orchestra dominating the stage at the Perth Concert Hall while the pared back and rather muted (costume wise anyway) WA Opera Chorus were regaled to standing behind the musicians.

This was to be a semi-staged production of John Adams' contemporary opera based on a folktale from Southern India. The story focuses on a girl who can miraculously transform into a beautiful tree thus providing a way for her poor family to gain a modest income from the flowers that blossom upon her branches. The symbolism of a girl transforming into a woman is at the heart of this story, as Kumudha's simple life is ultimately taken over with more adult concerns, such as a prince who demands her as his bride and then only seems to want her when she metamorphosizes into the tree(!); and a jealous sister-in-law who talks the lovely Kumudha into showing her courtly friends her magical transmutation, only to grow bored and careless and subjecting her sister-in-law to pain and deformity as Kumudha is left in the rain. Unable to complete her tree-to-human transformation, Kumudha becomes a misshapen stump of flesh and wood. She crawls away and hides herself in the gutter, ashamed of how she looks.

The Prince, unable to find her, thinks she has run away from him and is overcome with grief and remorse. He gives up his royalty to wander aimlessly in the wilderness.

After many years almost by accident, he enters a distant kingdom that his sister now reigns and to cheer him, she finds a band a minstrels who unbeknownst to either of them have taken in Kumudha. As Kumudha sings to him, The Prince recognizes her and tenderly bathes her malformed figure; a miracle of pure transformation occurs and Kumudha become wholly human again for the lovers to be reunited.

Rachelle Durkin as the lovely Kumudha was beauteous in form and voice, her face as expressive in person as on the large screen which projected selected views of the leads, chorus and musicians, interspersed with images of ancient Indian art and montages of water with falling flowers.

I found Russell Thomas was reasonable enough in his initially unsympathetic role of The Prince, however he seemed a little stiff and to have hardly any chemistry with his leading lady.

Sanford Sylvan as the Storyteller was our anchor into this fantastical world, and his voice, stance and acting was impressive, expertly weaving a spell over the audience with his resonant and controlled baritone, dominating the orchestra even through some very loud arrangements in the opera.

The WA Opera Chorus were charged along with the WA Symphony Orchestra with bringing forth all the remaining characters in the piece; from Kumudha's disciplinary mother to the cacophony of The Princess' careless and spiteful friends. For some reason, the chorus sections were sung in Spanish (the majority of the libretto is in English) which made you have to seek out the surtitles set on relatively small screens either side of the stage (I pity those who would have had to squint to see them if they were much further back than the middle of the audience), but maybe vowel-heavy Spanish is more suited to what Adams wanted to skim over his almost film scoric production.

Enjoyable, but maybe more so for fans of classical music.