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The original French version of Verdi's Les Vepres Siciliennes returned to the repertoire of the Opera National on June 18, in a new production by Andrei Serban, conducted by James Conlon. At its 1855 premiere, the opera earned lavish praise, even impressing the ever-critical Berlioz. The work was the fruit of an uneasy collaboration between playwright Eugene Scribe (a favored librettist of Meyerbeer) and the composer, who felt that a story dominated by the massacre of the French in Sicily would not endear him to the local audience; he was also unhappy with the perceived criticism of the murderous Sicilian patriots. Verdi sought to reconcile the need to produce a grand five-act opera in the French tradition with his instinctive preoccupation with the emotional inner lives of the characters. The weakest element in the work is therefore not surprisingly the factual unfolding of the drama, with a particularly clumsy Act V, in which the massacre, dispatched in just a few pages of music, makes for an extremely perfunctory climax. Andrei Serban's production concentrated almost exclusively on the political aspect of the drama, seeing the work as a tale of fascist colonial politics set sometime in the twentieth century. The opening scene found the Sicilians dressed in black on one side of the stage and the khaki-clad French military on the other, both parties sitting in front of a white brick wall, whose jagged split was no doubt a symbol of the warring factions. Designer Richard Hudson's white bricks outstayed their welcome, and as a white marble fist of oppression came down at the end of the first half we were left in no doubt of the message. The sight of the Sicilians discreetly carting on trailers of ammunition for their bomb attack, something for which Verdi wrote no music, and Henri and Helene waving toy French flags at their prenuptial festivities was too much for the first-night audience, which greeted the director with a volley of boos at his solo curtain call. If Serban's production had any saving grace, it was linear clarity, but Verdi's ...