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Musically, this Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk is not likely to be surpassed in the foreseeable future. It is not true, as the back cover says, that Shostakovich wrote the title role for Galina Vishnevskaya; she was not quite 10 years old when it was written. But she and conductor Mstislav Rostropovich became close friends of Shostakovich, and their recording, with a carefully picked cast, is a basic document on how this opera should sound. With the enormous capacity of DVD, it should have been possible to include the whole sound recording on a separate track. But what has been included is powerful. --Joe McLellan

Tacky
Weigl is wonderfulCinematic interpretations of operas are, I believe, another artistic approach to these works. Even the live performance recordings come close to this freedom with elaborate sets and camera play. Admittedly Weigl tends to abridge and perhaps offends the purists, but he does end up with a very tight production. (After all, even in live productions, cuts are often made -- sometimes for no greater reason than to avoid paying overtime.
Opera is theatre and Weigl brings it all to life. His actors all look the part, can really act, and do more than lip-synch -- they sing on the set, although their voices are not used. Most importantly, he has a great sense of setting, costumes, and camera angles.
Lady MacBeth of Mtsensk is a very vivid, emotional, opera. I understand that Shostakovitch planned it to be the first of three about the plight of Russian women through the ages. Unfortunately, Stalin had a hissy fit and Shostakovitch wrote no more operas.
This production does great justice to the work. I cannot recommend it highly enough.
Powerful and emotional

only one question: why?entering the negatives now: Pavarotti sounds just like Pavarotti; flawless intonation and diction, and he still sounds much in his prime. but for heaven's sake, his acting (if you can call it acting) ! I've seen children express more sadness over fallen ice cream than Pavarotti does when his mother is captured! His eyes are dead frozen on the prompter (didn't he learn the part beforehand?), and it looks like he's going to trip and fall down the stairs any second. The terror on his face, and his immobility overshadow the beauty in his singing. This is terribly distracting, unless you just close your eyes and listen (or get the Decca recording with Sutherland, which was recorded in the peak of his career).
Eva Marton - oh, dear. 0 stars for her. She screams, barks, shouts... you get the picture. she also goes terribly flat on high notes, esp. at the end of her duet with Di Luna in Act 4. she looks hideous in her wig also.
Sherrill Milnes is the best actor, no doubt, but the vocal difficulties that occurred in the 80's are clearly visible here; strained, flat high notes, and some cracks. Sure, the audience goes crazy for him, but here, he is a complete shadow of his former self. what a shame.
also, Di Quella Pira is transposed down a half-step. If you want a Golden-Age high C, then get the Pavarotti/Sutherland recording I mentioned above.
as for the production - dark, dreadful, insipid, whatmore.
that's all (thank goodness!) . you're better off getting either the Pavarotti/Sutherland version, or just any of the dozen better versions that are available. It is easier that way.
What a surprise!Okay, moving on. The singers: Pavarotti was Pavarotti, singing fine but, my god, I've seen toddlers express more emotion over pet mosquitos they killed two seconds afterwards. I can't say it enough, his acting is painful!
Eva Marton: This was my first exposure to Marton's voice, and if she is always like this, I'm hoping it's my last! Something went wrong with the tempo in "di tale amor" and many of her high notes were horribly flat. One in particular sticks out, at the end of her duet with the count, her last high note was spectacularly awful. Her acting is perfectly matched to Pavarotti's; need I say more?
Sherril Milnes: Pretty good. His portrayal of the count is intelligent and human, but he should have retired years before. His top notes are strained, and he is obviously struggling with some problems, but on the whole, I really enjoyed his performance.
Dolora Zajick: Gorgeous voice, very gorgeous voice. She acts relatively well, considering the plot, but she's at her best as Amneris in Aida. Still, very good, brava!
So basically, the production has it's high points, (Zajick, Milnes) but mostly it consists of low points. Don't waste your money.
A Pretty Mixed BagIn particular, Dolora Zajick, much the best actor on the stage, gave a passionate and inspired performance as Azucena. She has a wonderfully resilient voice, and carried the role off superbly. I also enjoyed Sherrill Milnes' performance as the "evil" Count Luna. Milnes wouldn't be out of place as the baddy in one of those silent films twiddling his moustach! I found his powerful Baritone extremely convincing.
Pavarotti's voice is as agreeable as ever, but as usual his acting lets the overall performance down. He spends most of his time rooted to the spot with a perplexed look on his face! Mind you, I suppose if you've escaped death by fire at the hands of your mad gypsy mother at the age of 1, you'd look worried too!
Jeffrey Wells got better as he warmed up, but Eva Marton seemed totally out of place here with her "the louder you sing the better" approach. She was decidly flat in places, and didn't even attempt to sing some of the high notes, most noticeably at the end of act 1! The D'amour sull'ali rosee in scene 1 of act 4 is one of the most lovely solo's written by Verdi, however I'm afraid it was somewhat "brutalised" by Eva here, more subtley needed!
The sets were quite atmospheric, although everything obviously happened at night as it was so dark throughout! The Met orchestra were well controlled as usual by James Levine, although it was difficult to hear the singers at times - you often find this with some of Verdi's more dramtic moments!


Screenwriter and director drunker than the drunken tiger!It seems pretty obvious that the Drunken Tiger was not the only one hitting the bottle during this production. For one thing, the bad guys that make up the international army are really silly. They wear goofy cobbled-together uniforms, blonde wigs (think Harpo Marx), run at full-speed instead of marching, and carry flags with them wherever they go; day time, night time, whatever! If you see these guys, they have flags! It's hard to tell if they're part of an army or a parade!
The people making the film try to tell too big a story with too few bad guys (maybe six or seven who actually fight the rebels). And yes, they all know kung fu! Meanwhile, they show maybe upwards of a hundred people in crowd scenes, marching on the Great Wall, fleeing the international army, and appearing in other places, but they leave it to maybe ten people to cleverly combat the six or seven bad guys three or four times.
Up until the takeover, the story is lots of fun, with great fights, and the introduction of the gun into China. Even at the end of the story, the fights are good, but the head bad guy that the Drunken Tiger is after never really gets his hash settled.
This is another one of those kung fu movies that will end on an inexplicable freeze-frame that doesn't resolve the story elements of the occupying force, the bad guy, the rebels, or anything else.
Still, the film is likable, and the drunken training sequence alone is worth the price of the disc. As for the international army, it has great MST3k comedy value for your own MST3k party.
Another Stupid Movie
almost as good as enter the dragon!!

Still a rookie
Not the best Pryor stand-upI gave this 3 stars because it had 3 good laughs, but I was hoping there would be more. It's only about 45 minutes long, which I was kind of disapointed about at first, then about half an hour in, I caught myself thinking, "oh good, past the halfway mark." With his other performances, I wanted them to go on and on and was sad they were over. This is fairly early standup from 1971. It appears to have been filmed at a supper club, not that the audience is shown at all, but because I could hear silverware clinking against plates in the background. Some of the material goes past raunchy and into gross-out, or at least gross enough that I felt bad for the people in the club who were eating while watching.
Pryor does do some funny material, especially comparing how white people do stuff (have dinner, have sex, etc)with how black people do it. I know Chris Rock and Eddie Murphy have done this topic over and over, but let's face it, Pryor did it first. Rock and Murphy both freely admit that he was their idol and the reason they wanted to do stand up, and since I've seen almost all the Chris Rock and Eddie Murphy standup there is, it's funny to see Pryor doing a routine that they both have obviously been inspired by. I am sorry to say that Pryor was seriously under the influence of coke when they filmed this; it would have just been a guess but Pryor very openly and bluntly says how much he loves cocaine, can't get enough of it, and can't stop doing it at the beginning of the video. He also seems much more wired than usual. This is fine, but it gets to the point of affecting his performance (several times he nervously adlibs asides that make no sense).
One thing that was poignant that another review I read mentioned was that Pryor jokes about his hellish childhood, blurting out that his mother turned tricks while he was home. He sort of hangs his head quietly and smokes after he says it (it's even more uncomfortable because there's this kind of awkward silence in the club when he talks about it) and it's obvious he still is very sad about it. The production values aren't that great. They have to keep fading in and out, jumping ahead in the performance, probably because he went on one of his drug-induced tangents. Then it has a really abrupt ending, Pryor is doing his wino routine, which is pretty funny, and it seems like he's practically in the middle of a sentence when they freeze it and go to the credits. I could almost hear the editors saying, 'I think I'll end the movie riiight...HERE!" (end).
Pryor is very talented, and I'm not saying that the video doesn't have its moments. It's just that I've seen so much better from this brilliant, hilarious guy. I would just recommend that if you haven't seen any filmed/videotaped performances, don't pick this one to start, try one of the ones I mentioned at the beginning of the review.
Interesting look at what was to come
Thankfully, the cast is a superb one, headed by Plácido Domingo's rakish Pinkerton and Mirella Freni's rubicund Butterfly. Their singing is incomparable, as is Herbert von Karajan's musical direction of the Vienna Philharmonic. The singers mime to prerecorded music, which is occasionally disconcerting since when film demands close-ups, opera provides broad gestures. Musically, this Butterfly is impeccable. Visually it adds nothing that could not be seen to better effect in a stage version. --Mark Walker

People Expect More of a Stronger Team, But...The setting is comparatively dull: a huge Japanese house by the side of a desolate slope. The house is too large by general Japanese standard and the slope can't possibly remind us of their religious love for beautiful gardens, nor their Shintoism...
For the singing, well, Domingo will not disappoint you. Neither will there be much surprise for you. I have some reservation for the part of Freni, the phrasings are often on the verge of breaking. What really is disappointing is the support from the orchestra. Karajan is supposed to have enormous experience in opera works, even before he dictated the Berlin Philharmonic. Well, it's rather mechanical and without much life: as a dancing partner, he is hopeless. If Furtwangler is to get an A+, the most he can get is a C+ when Karl Bohm & Solti will at least get a B+/A-. Karajan is much better on his own, and certainly at his best doing Mahler, where we don't sense any living organism nor direction, but just volume and colours. Its sad to say that here Mahler's criticism of Puccini, dispensing him as just a composer who knows some orchestration ( and no more ) seem well justified...
As a whole, I rate this DVD somewhere between 3 to 4 stars. But in view of the strong cast and the legitmate expectations thereof, I only give it a 3 stars, and I can't really recommend it with all my heart.
I Can See Why Some People Don't Like It, But...
not bad

Boring and Irritating
Good for beginners, if you don't mind her voice
Great and suitable for beginners!
It is not flawless--the leading voices seem to need a bit more warming up on their first appearance; but as they settle into their roles, their singing quickly becomes excellent. Their acting is good from beginning to end. Renato Bruson, as the villain Scarpia, occasionally wobbles on sustained notes, but expressiveness, not tonal glory, is what this role requires, and that he has in abundance. --Joe McLellan

Skip this Tosca
Simply dreadful....
ORGASMIC ..........FRANCESCA PATANE ignites the senses as does JOSE CURA with this near perfect union of their vocal and dramatic talents. very much along the lines of a May/June/December affair ~ with RENATO BRUSON as the chilly, sad Scarpia.
Minor flaws? The slight commedia touches provided by the rest of the cast, but that's somewhat traditional and to be expected.
Excellently presented in wide-screen, superior sound and vivid color choices {RECORDED 'LIVE'}.
NOT to be missed.
Now if only Patane and Cura would record CARMEN ........

For television, the operas in this series were restricted to a two-hour length. Most easily met that limit, but Yeomen underwent deep cuts. The result is both disappointing and confusing, with some major plot developments excised. And the film has been sloppily edited: dead moments mark a couple of junctures where songs, no doubt previously filmed, were snipped out. --David Olivenbaum

A sadly lackluster production
Disappointing, but still worth seeingThere are two main problems with this version- it was cut to fit a TV length and Joel Grey was miscast as the jester Jack Point. There are several numbers missing from the middle of both acts. Act two in particular has a very abrupt and truncated feel. Joel Grey is a fine musical comedy performer, but he is out of his league in this more operatic work. This is particularly noticeable in his duets with Elizabeth Gale as Elsie and Alfred Marks as Wilfred- both of them very strong singers. The casting of comedians or Broadway performers in G&S productions might work for The Mikado or Pirates of Penzance, but not for Yeomen.
Another quibble with the whole Opera World series - for the DVD release, why didn't they do optional English subtitles for the musical numbers? It probably would have been easier and cheaper than including a printed libretto with each disc.
Excellent in parts, but far from being a definitive version
Stratford's production places the story within a frame--a 19th-century theater company's performance of Iolanthe. The device doesn't serve much purpose, except to imply the director's uncertainty that audiences can swallow this material without mediation. That anxiety shows in the production's overwrought style. The performers try hard, though: The distinguished contralto Maureen Forrester, while not exactly funny as the Queen of the Fairies, is as game as can be, letting herself be flown in on a swing and dressed up as the god Mars. As the Lord Chancellor, Eric Donkin is amusing but restrained, perhaps laboring to keep up with the ferocious lyrics he has to get through.
Productions of Gilbert and Sullivan these days often include rewritten lyrics and dialogue; this one is loaded with them. The extent of the updating will alarm some viewers, but it's wholly in the spirit of the piece, since Gilbert's script is full of topical allusions that he wouldn't have expected to be meaningful more than a century later. Many of his political asides have, of course, been replaced with Canada-specific references, which will be of only limited value to non-Canadians. --David Olivenbaum

Much Sullivan and less Gilbert
Stratford demonstrates zero respect for beautiful theaterI don't generally mind rewrites in cases where the original lyrics would be unintelligible; I think it's perfectly reasonable to write "Captain Shaw" or "Ovidius Naso" out of Iolanthe. But to a modern American audience, many of the dated political jokes are no better understood.
All told, the musical changes, the lyric changes, and especially the (lack of nuanced) acting indicates a complete disrespect for the original product, and makes one wonder why Stratford is (at least nominally) doing G&S at all.
Yeah, yeah, but it IS fun!Yes, the sound quality is infuriatingly bad and the "videoization" of a stage work intrusive and distracting. The slip-sync dubbing amounts to a face slap at times. And yes, the voices aren't uniformly wonderful.
But the staging is a delight with clumbsy faeries, caped nobles, pop-up book sets, stage hands continually caught in the frame and inventive swinging entries. It kept us all charmed. And glued.
If the story, and its CBC modernizing, is a tad unaccessible, so what! The music and its delivery are riveting and my girls were there giving the TV a standing O as the credits rolled. Way to do, Stratford!

The subject is the painfully complex love entanglements of five characters: pure idealism and raging jealousy, nefarious plots and deceptions, unscrupulous exploitation, and opportunism, hopelessness mounting to the brink of insanity. The plot, as often happens in baroque opera, is riddled with improbabilities, exaggerations, and coincidence, but they matter not at all. It is essentially no more than a framework on which Handel mounts music of tender passion, rage, delirious joy, hope, resignation--nearly three hours of unrestrained emotional intensity and vocal brilliance.
Ann Murray and Joan Rodgers are appealing as the young lovers Ariodante and Ginevra, but the show is nearly stolen by countertenor Christopher Robson as the villainous Polinesso, who convinces Ariodante that Ginevra has been unfaithful. Lesley Garrett performs brilliantly as Polinesso's dupe and accomplice, Dalinda, and Ivor Bolton conducts with a fine sense of baroque style. --Joe McLellan
It's so tacky and has such a cheesy video-look that it makes the sound recording seem mediocre, where taken on its own, it's brilliant. Shostakovich's opera includes some violence and sex which does appear on stage in live performances. In this film it looks like some sort of pseudo-artsy and highly unbelievable soft porn flick. To give an example, the fat woman who gets raped (they show it with dim warm lighting) acts like she is being tickled with a feather, which is not the idea that the score portrays. There are also a lot of very '90's looking men with really the sort of buffed symetrical appearance you get from working in a gym, and not the rugged look you'd have among people who perform manual labour all day. Or in the bedroom scene with Katerina and Sergei - their textbook writhings allow embarrasing glimpses at the one part of Sergei which should (judging by Hrubesova's movement) be most 'involved', but which we clearly see in an entirely different condition and nowhere near where it would have to be to cause the effect she is displaying. You can also see a little piece of cloth between them sometimes, when clearly nothing of that sort is meant to be there. Fair enough, the cloth is there even if you don't see it, but the fact that all this is shown makes their 'beast with two backs' act seem ridiculous and insulting. It's actually a matter of bad editing (and bad taste). It doesn't add up, and even absent-mindedly making little mental notes of these inconsistencies is a somewhat unpleasant experience, again, especially because what the music itself conveys is so clearly real.
As another viewer with me said, 'if they're going to be so literal in showing them at it, they should at least have edited out the bit of cloth between them'. This paradox of it being too literal and too fake at once applies not just to the sex scenes, but to the whole film in general. It's rather insulting really in how fake it is. The film as a whole is just so cheap and lacks the tight and oppressive atmosphere of the score.
The CD of the complete opera is available from amazon.com and I cannot recommend it highly enough. Vishnevskaya is miraculous, and the conducting by her husband Rostropovich (both personal friends of the composer) is inspired. Rostropovich and Shostakovich studied composition together, and although not all of Rostropovich's recordings of Shostakovich are first rate, this is the definitive (and most alive) rendition. It probably always will be. Buy the CD, and pass up on the DVD.