A critic takes a sledgehammer to a celebrated pianist
OrchestrasThe Parisian music critic Alain Lompech (pictured) has a reputation for not respecting reputations. This week, he set his sights on the vastly popular Paris-based pianist Khatia Buniatishvili. Khatia was playing Rachmaninov’s second piano concerto with the Orchestre de Paris. Alain was in pain.
Sample text (English follows):
Parler d’interprétation du Concerto n° 2 de Rachmaninov est impossible : la pianiste est trop en deçà des exigences de cette partition. Sa maîtrise instrumentale ce soir ne lui permettrait pas d’entrer au Conservatoire de Paris. Elle a des doigts mous, aucune incrustation dans le clavier, ne joue pas une phrase legato, et seules les difficultés qui tombent miraculeusement dans ses facilités naturelles passent sans trop d’encombres. Mais la plupart du temps, ses doigts survolent le clavier : elle bluffe au piano menteur, sans emporter la mise.
Ce concerto avance donc comme une barque à la godille, par à-coups et de travers, car dès qu’elle le peut elle se pâme assise droite comme un « i », la tête, les bras, les mains immobiles, les doigts bougeant sans qu’on entende le moindre chant soutenu… pourtant depuis le cinquième rang de face. Elle n’a aucune projection du son ; plus elle joue fort, moins le piano sonne : 80% de l’énergie se perd dans l’agitation. C’est d’autant plus déprimant qu’elle donne trois bis. Le public ne les lui demande pas vraiment passé le premier, mais elle les lui offre, après lui avoir fait des démonstrations d’amour en formant un cœur, ses deux pouces et ses deux index réunis. À l’entracte, un musicien venu écouter ses copains de l’Orchestre de Paris, voyant notre mine sombre, confiera : « J’ai filmé, parce que personne ne me croira quand je raconterais. »
Talking about the interpretation of Rachmaninov’s Concerto No. 2 is impossible: the pianist is too far below the demands of this score. Her instrumental mastery tonight would not get her into the Paris Conservatoire. She has weak fingers, no ornamentation at the keyboard, does not play a single phrase legato; only the difficulties that miraculously fall within her natural abilities pass without too much clutter. Most of the time, her fingers fly over the keyboard: she bluffs at the lying piano, without winning the bet.
This concerto therefore moves forward like a rowing boat, jerkily and sideways, because as soon as she can she swoons, sitting straight as an “i”, her head, arms, hands motionless, fingers moving without any sustained singing being heard… yet from the fifth row. She has no sound projection; the louder she plays, the less the piano sounds: 80% of the energy is lost in the agitation. It is all the more depressing because she gives three encores. The audience does not really ask her for them after the first, but she offers them, having demonstrated her love by forming a heart, her two thumbs and two index fingers together. During the interval, a musician who came to listen to his friends in the Orchestre de Paris, seeing our dark faces, confided: “I filmed, because no one will believe me when I tell them.”
More here.
UPDATE: Alain has honourably sent us a conflicting review by Le Monde critic Marie-Aude Roux, who sat in the seat next to him. Marie-Aude writes:
(en englais): Paradoxical through and through. Such was the concert proposed by the Paris Orchestra at the Paris Philharmonic this Thursday, October 31. At the desk, Ukrainian Kirill Karabits, conductor of the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra, who, at 47, makes his debut with the Parisian ensemble. At the piano, a regular of the hall, Khatia Buniatishvili, an artist whose media popularity is now proportional to the virulence of her haters. Too virtuoso, too extroverted, too incarnate and above all too “physical” – as if music only had ears.
More power to Lompech for not being swayed by reputations. I am troubled, however, by his sarcasm and his digressions to visual aspects.
I remember Pollini in his 30s looking like he suffered on stage. He could be very distracting visually. Am I right not to remember critics focusing on his stage presence?
OK, but doesn’t he like the industry-fabrications such as Klaus Makela despite his musical and professional shortcomings?
Not that I have any time for the rather loathsome profession of ‘music critic’, but he is spot on here.
On YT I get the impression that she plays way too fast and as a consequence extremely muddy; in some pieces she rushes through the score even faster than Matsuev, and he is exactly where the limits of rushing a piece without producing simply a melée for the ears is, thanks to his big technique. Also thanks to his technique and his stamina he gets a big sound out of the instrument, I witnessed quite a few concerts of his over the years, at the interval he was already beyond the speed and fff most pianists are able to achieve and after the interval he easily surpassed that – only to trump the whole performance with the encores. It’s a matter of taste, I liked this flamboyant way of playing (he will never come back, evidently). But if it is done like this, one has to deliver, which she doesn’t. Insteads she prefers her hair hangig and moving around (~ I’m sooooo emotional ~) and interesting dresses, some of them too tight (I don’t like Yuja’s at all, but at least she can afford it somehow and you are quickly distracted from it by her playing (not sure about front row left side btw, I never positioned myself there (price)).
Concerning speed, compare her Precipitato with that of Sokolov. Katia (whom I adore, btw), just goes for speed. it’s exhilarating, a white-knuckle ride that you either enjoy or not. Sokolov’s is a fair bit slower and the tempo does not budge an inch, rather like watching a pedigree racehorse being slightly held back from giving its all. Absolutely breathtaking.
Too fast, too flashy, is too much. I don’t require a pianist to be as stoic as Rachmaninov, but I can’t bear to watch Lang Lang. I did pay to sit front(ish) left to see Yuja, but she cancelled when she broke up with Klaus and I got a closeup view of a cellist instead.
L-L and Duda opened the LA Phil season with the Rach 2, and both were quite restrained compared to their youthful carryings-on. Dignified elder Statesmen, dare we say.
What is Lompech’s background doe she have the right to comment on anyone?
Alain Lompech has been writing on music, and pianists in particular, for at least 40 years. He is an expert and I’d trust his judgement on pianists above any other French critic around today.
Thats tough on Khatia- I think she frequently plays great & is a stunner to look at- plus the girlfriend of Orlando Bloom- whats there not to like. OK- a few tonal flaws in Rach 2 must be forgiven.
Try listening with your EARS, rather than your eyes. There’s zero artistry to her playing – just a succession of cheap tricks and clichés.
More power to the French, who clearly allow strong opinions to be expressed without any attempt at censorship or the application of political correctness. I was taken to task by the editor of a website I once reviewed for, because of two words contained in a reply to a tweet which he deemed to be offensive. There was no connection between my social media details and the website in question. Nevertheless, pressure was put on me to delete my comment because the two words, in the opinion of the editor, reflected badly on the website. Now comes the really offensive bit. The editor himself was banned for life from teaching because of his gross misdemeanours in the classroom with little girls. That of course in no way reflected badly on the website, despite the details being available on the internet. Hypocrisy is of course the British disease. The French may have several vices, but hypocrisy is not one of them.
Yes, I’d have to agree with this. There’s a vast difference between exhibitionism and, well, anything really.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URHPrmrUSj0
It is not her musical talent that is the most prominent thing about her, nor that has led to her successful career
“If you got it, flaunt it.”
Two examples of music critics in popularity contest – one extra nasty and the other super complimentary and wrong. Nothing new here…
I can’t see many compliments in the second review either!
That was my thought exactly — and of course he himself chose which “opposing” view to submit.
Actually neither review is at all complimentary , despite Norman’s note of admiration for the gallantry of the first critic in forwarding a “contradictory” review. While their comments do differ somewhat, they are (almost) equally negative about the performance.
I remember my teacher, Adele Marcus, saying, “Better you should hear it from me, dear, rather than from the critics!” She was a taskmaster about everything Mr. Lompech wrote.
Notwithstanding Rachmaninoff concerti, surely Monsieur Lompech can agree with the rest of the civilized world that Mademoiselle Buniatishvili’s interpretation of the Monsieur Pierre Boulez’s Sixth Notation is unassailable, peerless, a miracle of modern music-making. And that goes for all four of the studio recordings she has so far made of it.
Don’t forget that Boulez’ pieces are very easy to ‘interpret’ because if you get the notes more or less right, or rather the gestures, and you look very serious and intense, it’s OK. In such works, there is no right or wrong because it’s all right.
You are correct, and I am glad that you echo my view that Mademoiselle Buniatishvili’s interpretation of Monsieur Boulez’s Sixth Notation is peerless, and that goes for all four of the studio recordings she has, of yet, made of it.
In my 20+ years experience of going to opera and concert performances in Paris, whenever Ms. Roux praised an artist or a show, I hated it and whenever I loved it, she hated it. To the point where nowadays if I can’t go and am interested to know how it was, I just have to read her articles and reverse whatever judgement she made. I still can’t understand how come a paper that seems serious otherwise would publish what she writes…
I use my PA’s reactions to find-out if something is wrong. If she loves it, it’s wrong. It is very helpful and it saves time.
Well, I had the misfortune to be present for Ms. Buniatishvili’s recital debut at Weill Hall in New York. It was SHE who took a sledgehammer to the keyboard, as she smashed her way through Chopin’s 2nd Sonata and Stravinsky’s Petrouchka – I almost couldn’t tell which piece was which. Yet I can see 2 principal reasons for this over-rated pianist’s popularity, particularly when she leans forward… Quel décolletage!!
It’s another type of insight. The one simpletons prefer to any music.
It’s easy to sit back and find fault with her playing but reviewers might like to consider whether they want all soloists to be the same. Khatia’s style may not suit every piece but nobody watching her Liszt PC1 would dare to say she does not have technique to spare and projection. She communicates with her audience and engages them in a way that other pianists choose to avoid.
I remember Horowitz observing on how boring so many pianists were in his day. I think he would enjoy a lot of what Khatia does and, after all, audiences get to choose who they go to hear.
The point is, that classical music is an art form of interiority, not some kind of cheap freak show. Any attempt to ‘dress-up’ performances (like by dressing-down) is a misrepresentation. People who need show, should go to a very different kind of hall.
This article brings to mind a business meeting I had with Ioan Holender the day after a performance of “I Vespri” at the Staatsoper 20 years ago. After a coffin had fallen in the orchestra pit that was covering the prompter box, Mara Zampieri who sung Giovanna had had a terrible night, off pitch to the point she would have been booed at the MET. However, despite her major vocal flaws that evening, the Vienna crowd cheered her. Holender looked at me and spoke, “In New York and most of the rest of the world, that is so, but here in Vienna, we cherish musicality and Zampieri the Viennese think of as musical.” Despite all of the criticsm of Buntiatishvili, the public think of her as musical and will applaud her for a bad night. The same thing can be said of Artur Rubinstein adored by the public for his musicality and bravado but at times butchered works, wrong notes, off tempi etc.
Rubinstein never steeped-down to kitsch.
Leaving aside the evaluation it’s a pleasure to read a reasoned criticism rather than the typical shallow reviews published in USA and UK media.