Adrian Tamburini’s Judge Turpin has vocal authority and stage presence enough to make one topless scene seem gratuitous.

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Kanen Breen is marvellously repellent as the Beadle; likewise Euan Fistrovic Doidge as the con-artist barber who becomes Sweeney’s first kill. Both caricatures have a Dickensian quality, something inconsistently achieved by Margaret Trubiano’s showy Beggar Woman.

Sondheim had a marked preference for actors who can sing, over singers who can act. He would’ve loved the 2019 production starring Anthony Warlow and Gina Riley and might well have lamented – despite the dark lustre of Mingay and Halloran – the slide into operatic accomplishment over dramatic complexity this time around.

Reviewed by Cameron Woodhead

OPERA
La Boheme ★★★
Melbourne Opera, Athenaeum Theatre, until September 24

This year marks a century since Puccini’s death, and with Melbourne Opera’s mounting of a mini Puccini festival – including a new production of La Boheme – our city’s marking of this milestone draws to an end.

La Boheme is an opera so good, it’s enjoyable even when a production is imperfect, as this latest version demonstrates.

Set in Paris in the mid-1800s, four struggling bohemians are in their apartment on Christmas Eve, when their neighbour knocks on the door and asks if she can borrow some candlelight. The ill seamstress, Mimi, and the poet Rodolfo fall desperately in love, but tragedy awaits.

This production by Gary Abrahams succeeds in being both poignant and funny but suffers from uneven performances and a somewhat confused setting.

The curtain rises to reveal an impressive multi-storey set design, with some costumes reflecting a period setting. But through the window we see no arrondissement, instead, Flinders Street Station, one of Marcello’s paintings appears to be graffiti in Hosier Lane, and Musetta is dressed in hot pink tulle.

Despite Mimi being a role debut, Elena Xanthoudakis’ portrayal is heart-rending, (plenty in the audience cried when she died) with vocal lyricism and perfectly placed high notes. Boyd Owen, however, struggled with the range of Rodolfo. He sometimes succeeded, but also strained trying to reach the uppermost register of his voice, the resultant sound uncomfortable.

Christopher Tonkin’s physical and vocal characterisation of Marcello is one of easy naturalism and likeability. As Colline, bass-baritone Darcy Carroll is to be commended for matching it with a much older and experienced cast.

The most curious casting choice is diva Helena Dix as Musetta. No one could ever deny her vocal ability or comic talents, but Dix is a Norma, a Lady Macbeth, a Wagnerian Valkyrie. Musetta is often the first lead role lyric sopranos get out of university. Musetta is a vocal walk in the park for Dix, and the MO audience adores her, but it’s like Celine Dion covering Sabrina Carpenter. Celine could definitely do it, but it would feel a bit wrong.

The Melbourne Opera orchestra, led by Raymond Lawrence, played with excellent pace and emotion, with warm strings that swelled and faded like the love and loss reflected onstage. It was a shame, at numerous times, the orchestra overwhelmed the singers with volume.

Despite the oddities, La Boheme’s brilliance overcomes, and satisfyingly closes the loop on our year of Puccini.

Reviewed by Bridget Davies

DANCE
Oscar ★★★★★
The Australian Ballet, Regent Theatre, until September 24

Christopher Wheeldon’s Oscar, with its richly theatrical score by Joby Talbot, is a daring but fantastically rewarding experiment in ballet storytelling. It’s engrossing, discomforting, energising, uplifting and sometimes grating, but also determinedly different.

The ballet’s premiere is a signal event for The Australian Ballet: the first full-length narrative ballet commissioned by the company in more than 20 years, and the first performance in their new home in the Regent Theatre on bustling Collins Street.

It’s also the first time the company has staged a ballet that is a manifest depiction of homosexual love. Indeed, around the world, despite the regular appearance of new ballets, such depictions are vanishingly few.

For Wheeldon, however, Oscar can be seen as part of an ongoing exploration of the possibilities for telling stories through dance, a project he began 10 years ago with his three-act adaptation of The Winter’s Tale for the Royal Ballet in London.

Oscar, by contrast, is a two-act ballet with a prologue and epilogue, running for about two hours. And while it’s ostensibly an account of the emotional and sexual life of the playwright and poet Oscar Wilde, it has the semblance of a dream.

It opens with Wilde’s conviction in May 1895 on charges of gross indecency. Imprisoned for two years, alone in his cell, he lets memory work its doleful magic. He is transported to a family excursion where he reads one of his own fairytales to his wife and children.

There is a vision within a vision, images develop associatively as the action moves fluidly between the cell, the fairytale and Wilde’s memories. We go forwards and backwards, and yet the development of the emotional line is remarkably clear.

The characterisation of Oscar Wilde by Callum Linnane is convincing in its unforced simplicity. And Ako Kondo as the nightingale in the fairytale magnificently suggests the fragility – the paltriness – of Wilde’s connection with his wife and his own heterosexual identity.

The second act is similarly patterned, combining memories of Wilde’s affair with Lord Alfred Douglas (Benjamin Garrett) with a fretful sketch of The Picture of Dorian Gray. Wilde himself appears as the figure in the portrait that ages while its subject remains forever youthful.

For the most part, Wheeldon’s choreography has a timeless, almost yearning, quality – full of allusion and metaphor – which he punctuates with woozy exaggerations, playful parodies and pitiful spasms.

But it is impossible to detail all the achievements of this production here. There is the strength of the ensemble, the power of the orchestra, the dynamism of the staging, the all-round theatre craft. It goes on and on.

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Of course, we get only a partial view of Wilde’s life. How could it be anything else? And yet, with its daring confusion of life and art in ways that can seem like a trap for the unwary spectator, Oscar has a quality – a strangeness and a glamour – that is authentically and triumphantly Wildean.
Reviewed by Andrew Fuhrmann

MUSIC
Tan Dun: Nine ★★★★
Melbourne Symphony Orchestra, Hamer Hall, September 14

Seeking common ground between his own works and those of Beethoven, Chinese composer-conductor Tan Dun offered a thought-provoking musical conversation between East and West, old and new in this one-off Melbourne Symphony Orchestra program.

Opening with Beethoven’s overture to his only ballet, The Creatures of Prometheus, Dun delivered a tight and cohesive account, the orchestra in an eagerly responsive mood.

Dun’s Hero Concerto for violin is drawn from his music for the 2002 film Hero, forming the central component of his Martial Arts Trilogy which also features material from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and The Banquet. Soloist Lu Siqing, like Dun himself, is a seasoned performer and gave a commanding and committed performance of this music which calls for two violins; one “western” instrument and another that is tuned differently and restrung with silk strings.

In its bicentenary year, Beethoven’s Symphony No.9 has lost none of its lustre. Its exultant final celebration of human solidarity, achieved through the composer’s stirring setting of Schiller’s Ode to Joy, continues to express humanity’s highest aspirations.

Inspired by this famous finale, Dun’s Choral Concerto: Nine finds parallels between Schiller and ancient Chinese poetry. The three-movement work resourcefully explores the extraordinary versatility of the human voice, with percussive effects, humming and the stretching of vowels like a piece of elastic, all contributing to Dun’s unique sound-world.

Using extreme contrasts of dynamics and fast tempos, Dun’s vibrant reading of an abridged version of Beethoven’s symphonic finale created something of a musical firecracker, lighting up an ebullient conclusion.

Expressing a vision of human peace and harmony in words and music is a relatively easy task but realising that vision and seeking common ground in daily life is rather more difficult. After a torrid month, the talented and hardworking players of the MSO know this only too well.
Reviewed by Tony Way

MUSIC
Handel’s House ★★★★★
Australian Brandenburg Orchestra, Melbourne Recital Centre, September 12

George Frederic Handel would doubtless have enjoyed the delicious twist of history in that his primary London residence 200 years later shared a wall with the flat of legendary electric guitarist Jimi Hendrix. Both were outsiders who took London by storm, both were shrewd entrepreneurs.

Three hundred years after Handel moved into 25 Brook Street, another savvy showman, Paul Dyer, and the Australian Brandenburg Orchestra are helping another new talent take Australia by storm: the Japanese soprano Yukie Sato.

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Sato’s program of Handel arias left her listeners in no doubt as to her command of this rich musical treasury. On both musical and dramatic planes, she provided a vivid realisation of the composer’s astonishing creative breadth.

Perhaps a little timid at first in a selection from The Triumph of Time and Disillusionment, Sato soon brought coloratura as glittering as her first gown of the evening to Dopo notte from Ariodante and vehement rage to Ah! Ruggiero, crudel from Alcina, an opera made famous by Australia’s own Joan Sutherland.

Clad in a vibrant red dress for the second half, Sato impressed with richly expressive contrasts in L’amor ed il destin’ from Partenope and M’allontano, sdegnose pupille from Atalanta. Radiating overflowing joy, she returned to Alcina, giving an ecstatic account of Tornami a vagheggiar, singing the middle section sitting on the edge of the stage, something Dame Joan would never have countenanced.

Carefully interwoven with the vocal music came orchestral items predominantly highlighting the considerable soloistic talents of the orchestra’s concertmaster Shaun Lee-Chen, including an unjustly neglected concerto by the famous baroque violinist Johann Georg Pisendel.

Although Sato’s singing made spirits soar, this concert was a sad reminder of the lamentably long time that has elapsed since Melbourne audiences were treated to a truly memorable, fully professional, fully staged performance of a Handel opera.
Reviewed by Tony Way

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