HANS HOTTER IN MUNICH
An occasional addendum to last year's 'Captivating Moments', with JULIET AVERAY
The scene: a cavernous, nearly empty stage, its darkness stifling. A
solitary, regal figure sits at his writing desk, having just poured out
the heartbreak of his frustrated love in the great aria: Ella giammai
m'amò. A sudden gleam of light pierces the profound gloom in
the deepest recesses of the stage, and the king turns to watch a towering
intruder pacing through a massive door which swings eerily shut behind the
hooded, monkish form. Slowly, and with sinister majesty, the newcomer advances
like a panther stalking its prey.
Hans Hotter does not need to raise his voice above a mezza voce;
the terrifying menace of his presence leaves no doubt that he is
the Grand Inquisitor, and that his is the ultimate authority. Hotter's superb
artistry during that Munich production of Don Carlos in the mid-70s
(a year or two after his official retirement) remains unforgettable, reducing
any other memories of the performance to mere shadow play.
Copyright © 25 June 2002
Juliet Averay, Vancouver, Canada
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