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Review: A Starry ‘Don Carlos’ Brings Verdi, in French, to Paris

In Italian, it’s a public moment, even as a soliloquy. In French, it’s the murmur of a tortured soul.

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Elina Garanca as Princess Eboli in “Don Carlos.”

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Agathe Poupeney/Paris Opera Ballet

The return of “Don Carlos” to the Paris Opéra in its original tongue, for the first time since 1986, brings a masterpiece back to its home. Verdi finished the score in 1867 as part of his play for recognition in Paris, then the grand-opera capital of Europe. Variously snipped and slashed for artistic and logistical reasons — the Paris audience needed to be out in time for the last train back to the suburbs — it was then translated when it traveled to Italy. Now it exists in more versions than any of Verdi’s other works.

Sprawling, meditative and unsettled, “Don Carlos” eventually fell out of favor, and when it returned to the repertoire in the mid-20th century, it was sung almost exclusively in Italian. And almost always, it was missing its crucial first act, depicting Carlos and Élisabeth’s first meeting in France — the moment of happiness which they spend the rest of the opera mourning — and their despair when she is called to Spain to marry his father, Philippe, as part of a peace treaty.

A shadowy, vigorous 1996 production of the five-act French version was a highlight of the impresario Stéphane Lissner’s tenure at the Théâtre du Châtelet here. The director of the Paris Opéra since 2014, Mr. Lissner is now attempting to recreate some of that magic. (This new staging includes material that Verdi cut in the lead-up to the Paris premiere and omits a ballet commonly cut today but de rigueur for 19th-century grand opera.)

Krzysztof Warlikowski, the director, has not created magic, but his production here is restrained and thoughtful, decorous without being chilly. The work has been updated from the 16th century — seemingly to the 1940s or ’50s, the stage wrapped in dark-wood paneling — but gently and without provocation. The aim appears less to distort the libretto than to add touches of old-Hollywood glamour with sets and costumes by Malgorzata Szczesniak and film-noir foreboding.

Cinema, one of the recurring themes in Mr. Warlikowski’s work, is again a key element. Philippe’s study is an Art Deco-luxurious screening room; the opera’s omnipresent nostalgia is echoed in flickering splotches of old celluloid; stage-filling close-up projections capture frozen tears on Élisabeth’s cheeks and Carlos with a gun to his head. (The plot’s locations are projected, too, like intertitles in a silent film.)

The emphasis is on illusion and fantasy: The opera’s characters continually arrive at ideas for saving themselves and others, yet these notions uniformly fail. In Mr. Warlikowski’s staging, even Élisabeth and Carlos’s initial meeting in France is wary, a little detached — so their constant references to it as a kind of lost Eden just feel like invocations of more false memories. Seemingly solid walls open and close; the lighting, by Felice Ross, makes barely noticeable shifts and changes the mood completely; nothing is dependable.

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This production updates the scene from the 16th century.

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Agathe Poupeney/Paris Opera Ballet

Even gender comes, wittily, into question: We first see Eboli — the princess who falls for Carlos and sleeps with Philippe, betraying almost everyone — as the leader of a court of androgynous ladies-in-waiting in fencing uniforms, before she shifts to slinky femme-fatale gowns and an omnipresent cigarette.

The mezzo-soprano Elina Garanca, singing Eboli for the first time, never makes an ugly sound with her smooth, even voice. It wraps adroitly around the sensuous curlicues of the “Veil Song,” soaring at the top but lacking fullness lower down; the effect of her “Ô don fatal” was one of poise and determination rather than scorched-earth power.

Mr. Abdrazakov sang with solidity and spirit, but like Ms. Garanca, lacked a certain weight: His unusually youthful Philippe skirted the part’s psychological depths. But Ludovic Tézier, his sound stalwart and stylish and his face oddly pale, captured the strange ambiguity of Rodrigue, who vacillates between loyalty to Carlos and Philippe.

Mr. Kaufmann, so natural at playing outsiders, is, with his gloomy croon, a foil for Ms. Yoncheva’s mix of girlish clarity and haunted vibration, her acute tone piercing his smoky one. Intelligent, reserved and wounded, she seemed inward-wrapped even in her outpouring near the end, “Toi qui sus le néant,” the great aria of resignation.

The chorus, a bare whisper at the start and fearsome in the auto-da-fé scene, was superb. Philippe Jordan, the Paris Opéra’s music director, led a light and agile, brisk but not rushed, performance. It was polished and professional, but also less than inspired. There was little sense of glacial undertow, of mahogany darkness, of velvety richness. Instead, the effect was cool, refined, self-contained.

This, too, was very French.

Correction: October 12, 2017

An earlier version of this review misstated a detail concerning the role of King Philippe II, played at the Paris Opéra by Ildar Abdrazakov. Mr. Abdrazakov was not making his debut in the role. He has sung the part previously, in Italian.

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