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The Ilana Opera and Theater Awards

I’ve probably miscounted somewhere, but it looks like I saw 38 plays and 44 operas in Europe this past season. As you might guess, I have some favorites. So without further ado, let’s begin with operas:

The Unexpected but Awesome Colors Award for surprisingly successful production aesthetics is split between David Bösch’s dark L’elisir d’amore and Peter Konwitschny’s (initially) cheerful cruise-ship Tristan und Isolde.

The Totally Regie Award goes to Antú Romero Nunes’ bold and striking William Tell, where everyone was a terrible person and the overture was not where I expected it. A close runner-up is the gritty Traviata I saw in Stockholm, where Kasper Holten managed to make strippers and homelessness part of this usually sparkly tragedy. (Note: many more productions were totally Regie; these are just the ones that were most successful at it.)

The Are They Even Human? Award for absurdly good singing is a three-way tie between Evelyn Herlitzius (Brünnhilde), Anja Kampe (Sieglinde), and Javier Camarena (Don Ramiro) in Die Walküre and La Cenerentola.

The Went Back for Seconds Award is reserved for the only opera I went to see twice: Hans Neuenfels’ Manon Lescaut starring Jonas Kaufmann and Kristine Opolais. It was even better the second time, even if I never quite grasped the logic behind the Oompa Loompas. Oh, and did I mention that I got to meet Jonas Kaufmann?

The I Guess Modern Opera is Actually Pretty Good Award has three winners: Andreas Kriegenburg’s staging of Zimmermann’s Die Soldaten, Dmitri Tcherniakov’s staging of Berg’s Luluand Peter Konwitschny’s staging of Rihm’s Die Eroberung von MexicoNone of these shows was particularly fun to watch (mostly because of the dark subject matter), but they were all breathtakingly well-directed and well-acted. Great conducting brought out the lyricism in atonal scores and prevented the music from just sounding like noise. Continue reading The Ilana Opera and Theater Awards

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Wagner tragedy in cheerful colors

Tristan und Isolde was the first Wagner opera I ever saw, at Seattle Opera about four years ago. It was glorious and dark and tense. The production the Bayerische Staatsoper has (which dates back to 1998, and which I hope they keep for many more years) is the exact opposite. Bright colors! A cruise ship! Childish scribbles! It’s absolutely not what you’d expect, and it works beautifully. This cast was also fabulous. I cried. You can read my more complete and coherent review on Bachtrack.

A chaotic Caligula

What did I see last night at the Volkstheater? It was Camus’ Caligula—that much was clear. But it was part play, part drag show, part music video. The piece retained its impeccable existialist credentials, dealing intelligently with questions of radical freedom gone wrong, equality leading to tyranny, and wholesale destruction as the only escape from meaninglessness. Projections flashed across the background rapid-fire, tying those themes to everything from Communism in China to factory farming to the military-industrial complex. It was confusing, chaotic, impossible to keep track of the different layers of meaning. Somehow, miraculously, director Lilja Rupprecht’s choices created an aesthetically and emotionally unified whole (though I would be hard-pressed to articulate precisely what the unifying principles were). And every minute of it was exciting.

The opening scene screams ‘conservative’: the chorus of Roman senators appear in suits, complaining about ‘nichts.’ Nothing, that is. Nothing getting done. Nothing to be done about the emperor’s madness. Nothing turned up in their search for him. Rupprecht is intentionally setting up an expectation to be undermined. As the senators talk, a giant projection of Caligula’s head appears on a scrim in the background. When they leave, the scrim opens, and Caligula appears—stark-naked and covered in mud. As he disappears and re-appears through the set’s three doors, he articulates his ideas to his advisor Helicon. He has not gone mad over his sister Drusilla’s death, he insists. But he wants the impossible to become possible. He wants freedom. He wants (quite literally) the moon. Caesonia, who loves him, agrees to help him, though he warns her that it will mean both inflicting and suffering pain.

When his senators find him, he dictates a new law: all patricians will be required to disinherit their children and leave their property to the state. Then they will be killed. He overrules his senators’ protests and insists that one of them strip. When we see them again, it is three years later. They are wearing skimpy aprons. All have suffered family members’ deaths or humiliations at Caligula’s hands. They plot against him, but each also feels a secret tie to Caligula. In a chaotic dance number full of loud music and projections, Caligula questions each of them and Helicon announces that all shall die—it’s only a matter of time. Just as suddenly as it began, the dance number ends, and Caesonia asks the terrified senators for their artistic criticisms. In another bizarre episode, Caligula has himself declared a god. Wearing a tutu and white mask, he responds to all of Caesonia’s hype with a condescending ‘Ja.’ Accused of outraging the gods, he responds that he is glorifying them by instantiating them on earth, making the unreal real. Continue reading A chaotic Caligula

Dark, dramatic Donizetti

The last Christof Loy staging I saw nearly made me leave in disgust and prompted the most angry review I’ve ever written. (At the editor’s request, I toned it down before posting.) So I didn’t have high hopes for his Roberto Devereux… but it was brilliant. Donizetti’s beautiful but dramatic music and the tight plot were infused with delicious irony by Loy’s clever staging choices. The only problem (other than some orchestral slips) was the central soprano: Edita Gruberova is a queen of bel canto opera, but she’s nearly 70, and it’s starting to show in her voice. Still, a fabulous show. Read my review on Bachtrack here.

Liaisons, what’s happened to them?

The question is from an entirely different show (A Little Night Music), but it has a relevant answer: In Munich, they’re going strong. The Cuivillestheater is playing not one but two adaptations of Laclos’ classic novel Dangerous Liaisons. I was gutted not to be able to get tickets to the musical (which had a very short run), but perhaps everything worked out for the best. I can’t imagine it would have been better than last night’s play.

I want to give credit where it’s due, but I’m not even sure where to begin. Should I commend Christopher Hampton for turning a long and complicated novel into a suspenseful and witty script? Maja Ravn for the production’s utterly brilliant set—a towering pile of mattresses that provided infinite entrance and exit possibilities and effectively represented a wide range of locations? Or director Katrine Wiedemann for a strong, consistent style and a perfect sense of pacing?

Eva Schmidt (Madame de Rosemonde), Friederike Ott (Cécile de Volanges), Genija Rykova (Präsidentin de Tourvel), Ulrike Willenbacher (Madame de Volanges), Philip Dechamps (Chevalier Danceny) vorne Mitte Michele Cuciuffo (Vicomte de Valmont), Michaela Steiger (Marquise de Merteuil). Photo: Tanja Dorendorf
Eva Schmidt (Madame de Rosemonde), Friederike Ott (Cécile de Volanges), Genija Rykova (Präsidentin de Tourvel), Ulrike Willenbacher (Madame de Volanges), Philip Dechamps (Chevalier Danceny) vorne Mitte Michele Cuciuffo (Vicomte de Valmont), Michaela Steiger (Marquise de Merteuil). Photo: Tanja Dorendorf

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A Valkyrie and a Princess

I had two opera nights in a row this weekend! On Saturday, I saw the next installment in the Staatsoper’s Ring cycle. I wasn’t terribly excited about the first opera in the series, but Die Walküre was fabulous. My review is here.

Then for something completely different came Rossini’s La Cenerentola. (That’s “Cinderella” in English.) It was silly and kind of dumb, but very charming. I couldn’t stop smiling by the end. And I am now convinced that the tenor Javier Camarena is not human. His high notes are simply impossible! My full review is here.