This is eminently listenable and surprisingly viewable – “surprisingly” because complaints were commonly heard concerning the production. It’s not particularly edifying to see so much of Simon Keenlyside’s torso or to have Giovanni taking his last supper in shorts, but by modern standards it’s almost tasteful. And the singing is almost uniformly fine. If one of the cast is to be named above the rest, that should be Joyce DiDonato, an outstandingly accomplished Elvira, brilliantly projected, interestingly conceived, her singing concentrated in tone. Marina Poplavskaya’s Anna is both dignified and sympathetic, and she too has remarkable command of the necessary technique. Yet the voice itself doesn’t serve quite as well as one might have hoped, wanting more heft in “Or sai chi l’onore” and more ease of passage in “Non mi dir”. Miah Persson is an adorable Zerlina, and I liked what she and others were encouraged to do by way of vocal ornamentation. Of the men, Giovanni is the least tested vocally though it’s all to the good if he can turn a serenade as ingratiatingly as Keenlyside does. Ramón Vargas hardly looks a suitable lover for this Donna Anna but he sings both arias like the admirably reliable and gifted artist he is and has been for a good many years now. The Masetto looks rather too like the Leporello but that hardly matters and both deserve their applause. The Commendatore’s uneven voice production does matter in spite of his sonorous bass notes and imposing stage presence. Mackerras at the helm is such a reassuringly familiar and well loved figure that we may be tempted to take him for granted. Happily the Covent Garden audience shows every sign of appreciation and the final curtain-call is deservedly his.