Two years ago, a bass-baritone covered in gook stalked the stage of the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. That was the medieval monster in Elliot Goldenthal's "Grendel," commissioned by Los Angeles Opera. Sunday afternoon, a baritone covered in gook again stalked the Chandler stage. This time it was Brundle, the scientist hero transmogrified into a Musca domestica in Howard Shore's "The Fly," inspired by the 1986 David Cronenberg horror film -- the latest opera commissioned by the company.
Just about any subject is ripe for opera. The film world and lyric stage have been influencing and stealing from each other since the days of silents. Brundlefly is no less reasonable a character for musical amplification than Rigoletto.
Yet in L.A. Opera's ongoing monster mash (the commission before "Grendel" was Deborah Drattell's "Nicholas and Alexandra," which featured Rasputin), music has ranked in importance somewhere below makeup.
I'm sorry to have to agree with the French critics who saw "The Fly" first and began the string of bad buzz jokes. The premiere was two months ago in Paris at the Theatre du Chatelet, which co-commissioned the work. The reaction was unkind.
The level of unkindness was not entirely called for. A lot of serious work has gone into a convincing staging by Cronenberg and virtuosic performances by two of the lead singers. Placido Domingo conducts forcefully. David Henry Hwang has written a libretto that adds a new twist or two in a tale that appeared as a short story in Playboy and was then turned into a charming horror film in 1958 starring Vincent Price before Cronenberg made it more shocking.
Shore scored that second "Fly" effectively, even operatically. So I am at a loss to understand why "The Fly" has turned out so dreary, despite the inclusion of sex, nudity, puppetry and athleticism.
The short orchestral prelude begins promisingly enough with swooping repeated figures in the orchestra reminiscent of early Janacek, setting an ominous mood. There is a quick change into something more generically ominous. But after that, for more than two hours, there is little variety, little change.
The vocal writing is generally flat and conversational. Phrases often repeat; though slightly varied, they are predictable. Sexual passion and insect angst inspire similar music. So too do dorky scientists partying and toughs in a pool hall. Thick textures, thick chords and dark colors (from low strings, brass and timpani) pervade.
Cronenberg has taken pains to explain that he wanted to create an opera that was distinct from his film. He left it to Hwang to graft elements from the original George Langelaan story. Unlike the film, the opera is constructed as a flashback. The fly dies differently. Hwang has returned the story to the 1950s (although he has allowed anachronisms, such as an allusion to black holes).
Still, the general outline is essentially what Cronenberg came up with for his film. The scientist, Seth Brundle, discovers a way to decompose and recompose matter through teleporters that look like big refrigerators. But an experiment goes awry when a fly accidentally joins Seth in the teleporter; man and insect fuse at the genetic level. The fly's DNA first gives the awkward Brundle increased strength, agility and sexual prowess, to say nothing of a superhuman appetite for candy bars. But eventually his skin peels away. He oozes fluids and becomes generally disgusting.
Hwang emphasizes the superman element -- turning Brundle into a messianic figure who proclaims his fusion as the beginning of "the new flesh" -- and even gives him an aria about insect politics. Veronica, a science reporter who falls for Brundle and is impregnated by Brundlefly, sings an abortion aria. But the music, alas, never quite rises to these odd occasions.
The Canadian baritone Daniel Okulitch and the Romanian mezzo-soprano Ruxandra Donose do rise to the occasion, though. Okulitch engagingly handles the transformation from nerd to fiend. He sings equally well musing about science and menacingly suspended from the ceiling. Donose proves a strongly dramatic figure.
A third character, Stathis, is an ex-lover of Veronica and her editor at Particles magazine. He is less developed than in the film, and tenor Gary Lehman, who impressively stepped in for Domingo in "Parsifal" at L.A. Opera three years ago, here sounds insecure. Ashlyn Rust is the perky Tawny Perkins, whom Brundle picks up in a pool hall after he is newly energized with the fly's strength and endurance. Jay Hunter Morris is Marky, her boyfriend, whose hand Brundle crushes arm-wrestling.