Madama Butterfly (2006) (Metropolitan Opera)

The Met has been performing this beautiful production of Puccini's popular Madama Butterfly since 2006. And thirteen years later, it is still incredible. The production by Anthony Minghella is more theatrical than it is operatic, in my opinion. By that I mean the staging is not grandiose like you expect opera to be. The set is rather bare, consisting mostly some screens, some chairs and a large mirror. There are a couple of dozen people that play actual pieces of the scenery, like a kindergarten play in which the trees are played by children. Here, they are dressed and veiled in black like the bunraku puppeteers and they carry lanterns, flowers and birds. It is beautiful and sufficient, don't get me wrong but it is not operatic. The scenery at the end of the first act is especially beautiful with the falling butterflies and stars and lit lanterns. The enormous mirror that makes up a slanted ceiling is a mystery for much of the show. The opening scene makes dramatic use of it, but the mirror is really there for 3 hours and 15 minutes to create the final striking image of the fallen Butterfly, red sash cutting diagonally across the floor and mirror to great effect. The colored lighting creates beautiful silhouettes, and the figures against the white screens, still as a portrait, are highly artistic.  The silhouettes at the final bows are gorgeous. I'm not sure if the puppets add much more than what a real kid might have brought, but it does make the production a little more Japanese (read: authentic?).

I love Puccini, but this is not my favorite score of his. It is not nearly as melodic as Tosca or Turandot. He still creates wonderful harmonies but the music meanders and infrequently resolves--is that the difference between showtunes and opera? It quotes the Star Spangled Banner and uses East Asian instruments to evoke Japanese music. None of the arias are particularly memorable. I remember Un Bel Di because it is a pivotal aria for Cio Cio San in her emotional development but I might not recognize it.

The story is a tragedy. It features an American in Japan singing in Italian. The naval lieutenant Pinkerton is sleeping his way around the world, as one does in the military. At the turn of the twentieth century, America has forced open Japan by gunboat at the port of Nagasaki. He rents a house, has a fetish, finds a wife and commits statutory rape (albeit in a beautiful scene)--young Butterfly is only 15 though apparently she looks as young as ten (because westerners can't tell age in Asians?). He intends for the marriage to be temporary but it's very real and permanent to Butterfly/Cio Cio San. And so naturally he returns to America and gets married to a white woman, leaving his wife and (unbeknownst to him) child, and leaving his problem to be solved by the State Department, like the consul wants to be bothered by immoral and callous military men. And then even the consul demurs to the poor housekeeper to break the news to Butterfly. In short, there are some questionable race and gender politics in this story that probably didn't even occur to playwright Belasco but in 2019 we are more enlightened. Consequently, some of the dialogue is funny and some of it a little cringey.  We can overlook it because Butterfly's love is genuine, though at 15-18 years old, what does she really know of love? If you can get past that, the tragedy is heart achingly beautiful.