Faust

As if to help us keep our aggressive secularism in
check, McAnuff sets the first act in a nuclear installation, a
reminder that science has also led us to the edge of total annihilation. 
When Faust is propelled back to his youth, we find ourselves at the
time of the First World War, that other arena of mechanised mass destruction.

If the pope’s visit is a fortunate accident of
timing for the production, giving it a fleeting topicality, the American
director gives us only a thin veneer of concept and one is hardly left with an
unequivocal feeling that we know what he’s getting at. 
Everything is executed with swift efficiency, slick choreography straight from
the musical theatre an indication that we tend to stick to what we know when
the water gets deep.

The nuclear imagery makes little impact and the
chorus of prancing post-explosion victims who haunt the final scenes are more comical zombie than anything more meaningful.

On the surface McAnuff does nothing particularly
wrong but the problem with the evening is that this potentially most exciting
of operas is rendered dull, and duller as things progress.  There are no
insights and no searingly memorable images such as the battered, bleeding
procession of soldiers returning from the war that ironically accompanied Gounod’s
“triumphant” chorus in Ian Judge’s previous ENO production.

The three principals – Toby Spence’s Faust (his
first), Ian Paterson’s Mephistopheles and Melody Moore as the abused Marguerite
– all do good work (Spence in particular) but a characterlessness in the
portrayals reflects that of the whole production. 

Paterson, a fine home-grown singer and one of whom, like Toby Spence,
we should be proud, is a suave devil (as suave as one can be with a pony-tail)
but the role lies slightly too low for him and weight and depth is
lacking.  The odd conjuring trick such as flames shooting from his fingers
is too little too soon to add any real pizzazz.

If what’s going on onstage lacks charm, Edward
Gardner draws some fine playing from the ENO Orchestra but even then the
composer’s characteristic tunefulness doesn’t always find its mark. 
Episodes that can thrill pass by unnoticed although the stirring ending, with
Marguerite’s spirit triumphing leaves us with a modicum
of uplift.

ENO has another Faust offer this season, with
The Damnation of Faust next May.  Let’s hope that Terry
Gilliam, that most imaginative of directors, can inject a greater degree of
insight and excitement into Berlioz’ take on the legend than this early
offering does.

– Simon Thomas