Francesca Patanè.

Francesca Patanè.

Puccini based Tosca on the play by French dramatist Sardou, who wrote many of his latter works as vehicles for the legendary actress, Sarah Bernhardt. Sardou’s dictum for success was simple: “Torture the women!”

In the eponymous role, guest Italian diva, spinto soprano Francesca Patanè, proves a rewarding choice. Though not a naturally beautiful voice, she sings beautifully, and has the right coloration for the part. Capable of grand acting, she takes the stage with more than a nod to Bernhardt’s silver screen performances. In Act 1, she has chosen the riskier and I think better, yet less common interpretation of the role, coming across as shrewish, rather than playfully jealous and attention seeking. This opens up the part for greater narrative depth, raises the dramatic stakes and makes regaining the audience’s sympathy more challenging. Patané succeeds easily; finally winning our hearts in Act 2 as she starts the sublime aria Vissi d’arte completely prostrate on police chief Baron Scarpia’s floor.

Although not quite gallant enough for us to believe Patané’s Tosca would fall for young Spanish tenor Gustavo Casanova’s Cavaradossi, he delivers proficiently, often rising on his toes when reaching for those high notes, and passing the first vital test by drawing applause for his aria Recondita armonia.

From the moment baritone Fikile Mvinjelwa (Baron Scarpia) makes his show-stopping entrance, it is obvious from his dramatic quality and fluent movements that this wonderful performer has benefited from his recent stint as Macbeth in Brett Bailey’s version of Verdi’s opera. As the self-confessed villain – “Iago had a handkerchief, and I a fan” – we at once love to hate him.

Mvinjelwa clearly relishes his diabolical aria Va Tosca, and director Angelo Gobbato stages it for maximum effect with 90 odd singers drawn from the Cape Town Opera Voice of the Nation, its studio and sundry ensemble. This climactic end to the first act has Scarpia on his knees as if in prayer, singing of his lusts for the flesh, while behind him the cardinal and a boy’s chorus prepare for the Te Deum.

In the final act, Peter Cazalet’s set with its elegant lines and striking perspectives allows Tosca to make her suicide leap both terrifying and magnificent. German lighting designer Peter Halbsgut deserves special praise. His effects are atmospheric, aesthetically refined, yet never intrusively self-conscious.

Francisco Bonnin conducts the sixty-strong Cape Philharmonic Orchestra who pull-off this difficult score with aplomb despite a few false notes on opening night from the brass section at the start of Act 3.

Gobbato has achieved a solid, classic, gripping production.

Photo: Pat Bromilow-Downing

Photo: Pat Bromilow-Downing

Hurtful and stupid comments are best ignored. “Move on” is good advice. However, after watching the current production of Così Fan Tutte – UCT Opera School and Cape Town Opera’s triumphant conclusion to their celebration of the 250th anniversary of Mozart’s birth – a compulsion to exact some contrition simply overcomes one.

If accurately quoted, our Minister for Arts and Culture (Sunday Times 25/09/06) claims that teaching African kids to sing like Italians is “to make them into imitation whites – and poor imitations as well”. His comment is insensitive, patronising and grossly insulting to this bright, confident black cast. Would he be prepared to say that to their faces? Nobody on that stage was a poor imitation of anything. It’s a pity the minister lacks faith in the abilities of African students. Does one really have to point out at this stage that black students are quite capable of mastering the art and as talented, it often appears more gifted, than the average Italian student? Nobody would dream of calling Leontyne Price, Jessye Norman and Barbara Hendricks (none of whom are Italian) imitation whites. Why should the minister think of black South Africans as anything less?

Angelo Gobbato’s bold vital production makes the case even more persuasively. Michael Mitchel’s superb set – which recalls David Hockney’s Beverly Hills swimming-pool series – could be mistaken for a location in an episode of Generations.

The audience is rapidly swept away by the joyous spontaneity of the youthful cast. The two friends who set out to test the fidelity of their fiancés, Ferrando (Given Nkosi) and Guglielmo (Aubrey Lodewyk), push weights and do press ups. It’s not something you see every day on the opera stage. Gobatto has used his director’s license judiciously and produced great comic moments, memorably when the lovers masquerade as sheiks, jiving in keffiyeh and galabiya.

But the evening belongs to the sopranos Lungelwa Mdekasi (Dorabella) and especially Pretty Yende (Fiordiligi), who demonstrates a wonderful range, though she is less comfortable with the contralto demands of her show-stopping rondo Per pieta, ben mio, perdona. Nokrismesi Skota as Despina, the plucky maid, is deliciously amusing in her various physical and vocal disguises as the doctor and the notary. The chorus are rather timid.

This production puts the debate on the legitimacy of opera today finally behind us.