Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Please Don't Go There

Godwin's Law, it seems, holds sway every bit as strongly on the operatic stage as elsewhere. The Santa Fe Opera's new production of The Magic Flute starts out as a pretty humdrum affair — director Tim Albery trots out the old "universal message" dodge one more time, presenting the characters as everything from contemporary Americans (Papageno) to 18th-century Brits (Sarastro and his boys).

But then Monostatos and his henchmen show up as Nazi officers, replete with overcoats, jackboots and leather caps, and the whole thing turns ugly. It takes an odd kind of blindness not to recognize that the kind of evil represented, respectively, by Monostatos and Hermann Göring are, let us say, incommensurate *. The cartoonishness of the former is amply demonstrated by the ease with which Papageno's magic bells carry the day, and that is a moment that, done properly, should always elicit a welcome laugh. Here Papageno brandishes the bells with a Luger leveled at his head — a vile stage image.

On a far less serious level, I also take mild umbrage at the presentation of the Queen of the Night in the person of Elizabeth I (Best. Monarch. Ever.), and although the decision to keep Pamina in a nondescript nightie almost throughout the performance presumably reflects her uncertain allegiances, it looks damned silly.

Musically, Monday's performance hovered within that familiar zone between "okie-dokie" and "not too bad", with only Natalie Dessay's radiant and dark-hued Pamina to bring a touch of splendor to the proceedings. William Lacey's conducting was brisk but not crisp, which made things seem more rushed than fleet of foot.

There was one nice moment, though, that seemed obvious in retrospect. At the beginning of the Act I Quintet, when Papageno still has his mouth locked shut, baritone Joshua Hopkins didn't sing the usual "mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm" that is (I think) in the score. Instead, he sang as if he could almost get the words out — you could hear a distinct variety of muffled phonemes but no actual words. It made a big difference.



* OK, I can actually get from The Magic Flute to cartoon Nazis in one step; but let's not make a habit of it.

7 Comments:

At 8/01/2006 9:08 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

And don't forget Victor Klemperer, a distant cousin.

 
At 8/02/2006 12:12 PM, Blogger Joshua Kosman said...

Altered by Mr. Ross, I ...

As which of us has not been, in one way or another?

 
At 8/05/2006 9:51 AM, Blogger Joshua Kosman said...

Please tell, Mr. Kosman, that you hated that production! :)

Sorry, Mr. Holland, no can do :)

No doubt it's my own failing, but I don't have enough of a stake in Parsifal to get upset about these things. Or rather, Parsifal to me is the theatrical equivalent of a Webernian tone row: It's so abstract that it amounts to more or less the same thing in retrograde inversion.

 
At 8/06/2006 12:45 PM, Blogger Lisa Hirsch said...

I know Mike Godwin, so I sent him the link to this!

 
At 8/07/2006 10:16 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Sometimes I wonder if Tchaikovsky had a muse at all, or just a cute little pixie." --Joshua Kosman (on Kyle Gann's blog)

Nice! Why don't you print that in The Chronicle?

 
At 8/07/2006 11:25 PM, Blogger Joshua Kosman said...

"Sometimes I wonder if Tchaikovsky had a muse at all, or just a cute little pixie." --Joshua Kosman (on Kyle Gann's blog)

Please look again. That wasn't me, it was some joker named Richard. I thought it was as stupid a comment as you did.

 
At 8/08/2006 8:07 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

ah! many apologies. the way the lines are drawn on the comments page there, it looked like that quote went with your name. it didn't *sound* like you.

 

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