With a returning The singer of Mexico by Francis Lopez

Posters of Pierre and Gilles had put Paris on alert: school, at the Châtelet, would be froufroutante and spangled. With a returning, "The singer of Mexico," by Francis Lopez. One of the triumphs of Luis Mariano more than nine hundred performances after the creation, in 1951. It is not a coincidence if Jean-Luc Choplin, new Director of the theatre, has capitalized on this title: du Châtelet, théâtre de la Ville de Paris, must find a popular audience that devolving, a directory to ignore. And he has homework on how: distribution of high flight, scenography (Daniel Bianco) and costumes (Renata Schussheim) lavish and colourful, and the Philharmonic of Radio France pit (which will succeed the Orchestra of Ile-de-France). And he was right: If one must work to the economy of such performances, so do not have. The game worthwhile Yes, if believed by the reaction of the audience, repeating the chorus in the final.

The book, but has its weaknesses. Make the retyped faded books, it is the specialty of Agathe Mélinand. It has transposed the handiwork action by Félix Gandéra, Maurice Lehmann et al. in the 1950s, during the shooting of a film, and fortunately it did not seek to identify the post-freudiennes components. Except that this very thin wire which supports the first act is breaking completely in the second, where situations accumulate without reason, but without achieving true delusions. Lopez music is what she has always been: the exoticism of junk of the ditty for fashionable, easy and without invention, soon heard, quickly accepted. Of tailor-made for a star performer. But like it or not, it gives a certain image of the carefree France of years there. That those who do not, one day, screamed "Mexico, mexiiiiiico" throw the hand!

Whimsy of the characters

Mexico, like Paris, did not do in a day. One such challenge was not clear for the singers and actors, so need them to solidify, establish a collusion with the public. Both are regulars of the Opera. Franck Leguérinel (Bilu) is as always sublime, and Ismael Jordi (Vincent), fresh and brilliant timbre, launches into the air with kindness and belief he is less comfortable in the dialogues, not commonly mastering the French language. Nets of voice of Clotilde Courau (Cri-Cri), Rossy De Palma (Eva) and Jean Benguigui (words) are sometimes struggling to be heard, but the characters, the girl style Dany Robin, the coclass vamp but with speed and impresario overworked, are encamped with whimsy.

In Spain, where he was Director of the Teatro de la Zarzuela de Madrid, Emilio Sagi often mounted the operetta. It has the sense of rhythm, timing, the forceful but not vulgar comic, funny but classy kitsch to think, however, the proponents of a first degree pure and hard, Lopez fans Tables are cycled through as those of a magazine, Fayçal Karoui struggles as a devil at the head of his Orchestra, and if the room applauds decorated monumental and flowery in the final of the first Act, is not a coincidence. Person not complain if the Châtelet becomes a factory in dreams.