Your reaction to this performance will depend on what you want out of opera, or bel canto in particular. If it's all about singing for you, there's much to admire. Netrebko produces beautiful sounds, Relyea sings handsomely if with a little gruffness. His duet with Vasallo is appropriately stirring. Cutler acquits himself well in the murderous tenor role of Arturo, managing his D-flats without giving the impression he's being strangled. His is not the most mellifluous voice, nor does he catch you by the throat as Pavarotti did in this role. But the final act duo with Netrebko, transposed down half a tone, comes off beautifully.
Bel canto aficionados will compare Netrebko with Sutherland and Sills and find her wanting. Her coloratura is rather approximate and if you allow yourself to shift focus from the sound of her voice to the actual technique you may find yourself wondering if Elvira is really her kind of role.
Those who view opera as perhaps the most challenging art form, man's most advanced amalgam of sight, sound and visceral emotion, will find a different set of likes and dislikes in this performance. I'm definitely in this category. I loved Netrebko. She is a consummate actress, sounds and looks gorgeous, adds a third dimension to this rather two-dimensional story. Her mad scenes are gut-wrenching, totally involving. Patrick Summers accompanies her and the rest of the cast admirably and the Met Orchestra maintains its usual high standard.
But from there, it's downhill. The 30-year old production looks even older. As dowdy as it is, what happens on stage, Netrebko apart, is even dowdier. I was amazed to find a Stage Director listed; Sharon Thomas. What did she do? There is absolutely no action on stage to speak of. The chorus files on, sings, files off. Individual singers walk on, sing, put their hands to their hearts to signify emotion, walk off. Relyea, as Giorgio, looks as if his mum's dressed him in Sunday best and told him not to get dirty. And to judge from his expression throughout, the suit's far too tight. As Gualtiero, Valerian Rumanski gives the impression there are other things he would sooner be doing than singing right now. Every time Netrebko steps on stage the temperature rises forty degrees yet only Cutler responds, or tries to. As my wife says, this is a great opera to play while you're next door in the kitchen, listening to wonderful music and popping in to catch Netrebko's bits.
Sound and picture are good. Extras are Fleming interviewing Netrebko and others backstage between acts - not particularly enlightening - and some very interesting commentary by Margaret Juntwait and Beverley Sills.