
En route to War Memorial Opera House, my wife and editor Karin declared, “I think I’ve had enough of Marriage” (I think she meant “of Figaro,” and not our five decades of connubial bliss!) to which I was silent. This would be our seventh Marriage, including the same San Francisco Opera production from 2019, and notwithstanding our reluctance, its place as one of the great comedies, if not the finest in all opera, cannot be denied.

On the plus side for the evening, it was Halloween, and it is fun to see kids and many young adults festooned and frolicking in their fanciful costumes, with even some patrons at the opera participating. Also, since it was the end of Daylight Savings Time, we got an extra hour on our clock which compensated for the late night from an opera approaching four hours in length. However, most historic was the supertitle flashed to a great ovation just before curtain-up, that the Golden State Valkyries (Hello, Richard Wagner) won the WNBA championship in their second year, the earliest for a major professional sports team in American history.

But what made the evening a trifecta-plus is that the production of The Marriage of Figaro was fantastic, and both Karin and I enjoyed it tremendously. Though the staging, which moves the action to the late 18th century in the United States, is from the 2019 production, the cast is new. It’s hard to distinguish the quality of the singing among the performers as they are all stellar, without a weak link. How many times can you say rich vibrato, impressive range, and full sound?

Also notable – individually and collectively, the comic delivery excels. For this we must recognize the guidance of Director Shawna Lucey, whose understanding of movement, timing, and delivery are impeccable. Though much humor of wit and manners is in the libretto, it requires the physical delivery of faces mugging, arms flailing, jumping out of windows, and hiding under sheets and skirts. All of this is done with great flair.

Rarely can an opera sustain the level of amusement that this does, and if it does grow stale toward the end, we can blame librettist Lorenzo da Ponte and composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart for not recognizing when enough is enough. Of course, in their day, the audience wanted their money’s worth, and they didn’t have to contend with a 6 a.m. conference call to the East Coast the following morning; the babysitter’s meter ticking on overtime; or the shortened attention span in an electronic age.
The main thread running through the narrative is that the Count’s valet Figaro (an ebullient and magnetic Peter Kellner) is to marry the Countess’s maid Susanna (a clever and determined Slávka Zámečniková, Kellner’s real-life wife!), but Count Almaviva (Thomas Mole, following on another brilliant performance of a lousy character as James in Mary, Queen of Scots) has invoked the droit du seigneur, which allows the lord of the manor to have his way with the female servant before the nuptials. Needless to say, neither the Countess (Olivia Smith in a compelling breakthrough role) nor the engaged couple is pleased with this prospect, so much ado concerns the strategy to avoid the bedding. Incidentally, today, we just look at the plot as silly, but the humiliation of nobles by servants was highly controversial in its time, and state censors had to be accommodated.

Another angle in the story concerns the hormonal odyssey of the page Cherubino (brightly animated Simone McIntosh), most critically, his flirtations with the Countess who feels abandoned by her husband. The role of the charming but indelicate page is one of the most famous and significant trousers roles in opera, with the boy performed by a female mezzo. In this opera, the device works particularly well because Cherubino will later appear as a female.
While the action gets complexer and complexer and drags a bit in Acts 3 and 4, the brilliant music carries on. The ensembles throughout are numerous and striking. When an older woman, Marcellina (witchy-looking SF Opera legend Catherine Cook) insists that Figaro must marry her to satisfy a debt, the wonderful Act 2 ending sextet ensues with each character commenting on the complicated situation. Another ensemble highlight is the ethereal “Sull’aria” (“on the breeze”, known as “The Letter Duet”) in which the Countess and Susanna reveal the mistaken identity ruse in which Cherubino will stand in for Susanna in an assignation with the Count.

As rich as Mozart’s music is, two of his most memorable arias in Marriage build on simple yet elegant phrases, both of which are delivered with great care. One is “Voi che sapete” (“You who know what love is”) in which the young Cherubino admits to great confusion about falling in love. Conversely, the Countess’s soliloquy “Dove sono?” (“Where am I?”), is from one who has experience and laments the lost days of her love with the Count. There are many other set pieces of note, and we shouldn’t forget Figaro’s famously jaunty and totally hummable “Non più andrai” (“No longer will you go”).
There are some other surprises which add to the fun. For those who don’t know, Rossini’s comic opera The Barber of Seville is a prequel, and two other interesting characters carry over from the earlier story, the handkerchief waving music master Don Basilio (clarion tenor Alek Shrader) and the now distrusting and vengeful Dr. Bartolo (fine bass Maurizio Muraro). And while one could wax on about The Marriage of Figaro, the virtues of the opera and this production should be apparent.

The Marriage of Figaro, composed by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, with libretto by Lorenzo da Ponte, and based on the play La Folle Journée, ou Le Mariage de Figaro by Pierre-Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais is produced by San Francisco Opera and appears on its stage at War Memorial Opera House, 301 Van Ness Avenue, San Francisco, CA through November 29, 2026.









































