The cast is a mix of returning and new artists. Marina Poplavskaya’s Elisabetta has grown in the intervening time and Ferruccio Furlanetto’s King Philip is as strong as ever. Replacing Rolando Villazón as Carlo, Jonas Kaufmann swaps manic, boyish bewilderment for an ardent sensitivity, with some thrilling high points. There’s not a lot going on between this Carlo and Simon Keenlyside’s low-key Posa, though, with the latter only coming to life, ironically, during his death scene.
New also are John Tomlinson, singing his first Grand Inquisitor in the house, and American mezzo Marianne Cornetti, a late replacement as Eboli. Tomlinson is as reliable as we’d expect, his big scene with the king a fascinating sparring between veterans.
Cornetti is a formidable love-rival, enough to send Carlo sprawling on her first entrance. It is a matronly interpretation, with a matching plumminess and vibrato, better suited to Trovatore’s Azucena or Ulrica from Ballo.
Eboli revealing herself to Carlo in the garden scene raised a huge and widespread laugh from the audience on the first night, not the reaction one expects. There is unintentional comedy elsewhere – Kaufmann makes a strange lunge for Elisabeth in an early scene and all but double-takes when he meets her at the tomb for the final encounter – small flaws that Hytner really should have ironed out.
Semyon Bychkov conducts an emotionally-distant account of the score, lacking the Italianate heat and nuance of Antonio Pappano’s last year. After a magnificent Lohengrin earlier in the year, it’s something of a disappointment. Tempi are all over the place with some sections whizzing along and others dragging terribly slowly. The Veil Song lacks any sparkle.
How much you enjoy the performance will depend on your feelings about individual singers and your response to Bychkov’s precise but passionless conducting. Any enjoyment derived is likely to be in spite of Bob Crowley’s sparse and ugly designs, with the auto-da-fe scene in particular (garish gold church façade and plastic burning bodies) poised uncomfortably between realism and stylisation.