Nero is front and center in The Coronation of Poppea, which had its Opera Theatre of St. Louis premiere on Sunday. Watching it, you may not think of Rome so much as the White House. This Poppea — directed by Tim Albery, originally for Leeds’ Opera North, in 2014 — has set the 1642 opera in the late 1950s. Somehow, in this smartly staged production of the 400-year-old opera, the historical events of AD 65 feel current.
And why not? It’s a tale as old as time: Nerone (Brenton Ryan) is desperate to shed his stodgy wife Ottavia (Sarah Mesko) so he can marry sexy Poppea (Emily Fons). Along the way, he’ll kill Seneca (David Pittsinger), because that’s what you do if one of the greatest philosophers of all time disapproves of your mistress. Hey, at least Seneca greets death stoically.
Albery has brought the musicians out of the pit; they form two string quartets on opposite ends of the stage, heavy on the harpsichords. They are joined by the performers in what looks a bit like an empty swimming pool, complete with a metal ladder up; this allows the gods Virtu, Fortuna and Amore to watch the action from above, but also makes for a versatile set that could be a high-walled garden, could be a banquet hall after the party’s over. The lighting (by Christopher Akerlind) brilliantly transforms the space from weary dawn to violent night, and the smart costumes (by Hannah Clark, who also did the set) have a late ‘50s style. If the show gets off to a rather slow start, it proves surprisingly gripping once you can get past the gods and into the human action.
- ERIC WOOLSEY
- Even Poppea's nurse Arnalta (Patricia Schuman, with Emily Fons) isn't acting from altruism.
Maybe they should have just touted the sex. You never doubt for a minute that Nerone and Poppea are having a lot of it, and that it’s ridiculously hot. Ryan is simply terrific. With his youth and slicked-back hair, he may resemble Eric Trump more than his corpulent father, but his Nerone is no joke; the emperor is dangerous. Fons, too, is formidable. Her Poppea is way too smart to be the Marla Maples to Mesko’s Ivana. That doesn’t mean things will ultimately end much better for her — just Google “Poppea” if you’re into salacious rumors, and you’ll find plenty involving both her death and its aftermath — but that’s another story for another opera. This Poppea ends with a wedding.
Indeed, the libretto seems to suggest that love conquers all; Amore (Michaela Wolz) proclaims herself ascendant, and there’s little Virtu or Fortuna can do to argue. Has Nerone not moved mountains for his beloved? Yet the staging never lets us forget the terrible human cost. Sex seduces, sex sells, sex kills. So it was even back in 65. Without a single false step, The Coronation of Poppea will take you there and remind you that while it’s good to be queen, it’s a dangerous thing to marry the king. Heads roll. Maybe someday yours.