Das Mississippigold: Sound Production Looks Like Zambello, Smells Like Chéreau
 R. Wagner, Das Rheingold, Barenboim/Kupfer/Bayreuth |
Saturday night, the Washington Opera has raised the curtain to one of its more ambitious undertakings today: The staging of its own, complete Ring Cycle. So as not to choke on the size of the 13 to 15 hour tetralogy, it will take it in bite-sized portions; one
There has been much speculation about how the production might look and work – a recent press conference with Zambello, Robin Leggate (the production’s Loge), Jane Ohmes (Freia) and Director of Artistic Operations, Christina Scheppelmann didn’t do much to give a better idea of how things would turn out. (But it did unearth some of the tension behind the scenes. Scheppelmann’s perfectly true point that inaudible text was a problem with lazy pronunciation of singers, not Wagner’s writing, surely did not go unnoticed… Zambello admitted that there was still wrangling as to whether to show or not show Wallhall. Zambello, by the way, favoring the latter solution, won, as it turns out.)
Now we have the first installment of an answer and we saw every thing that she had made, and, behold, it is very good. Over those 136 bars of E-flat with which the opera famously opens (always likened to the creation of the earth, the beginning of time itself – not unlike the opening of Beethoven’s 9th or, to an extent, Mahler’s 1st) we see colors and hazy images on a screen. From blue to brown/yellow to ‘light’ to ‘water’, at points reminding of cave paintings, at others 2001 Space Odyssey flights through the universe. These images – veering between hazy, frustratingly representational and the abstract – are used throughout the scene changes. Some imagery changes seem haphazard, others are a bit obvious (flying through the clouds to and from Wallhall) but the idea is fine. If only the images didn’t look like cheap computer renderings. Here, as in most places of this production, one decries the fact that the WNO is not a repertory company: The direction here so often presents great potential marred by some annoying or unnecessary detail. If Ms. Zambello had several years, not just days, to fine-tune this production (and more money to spend – which I am sure she might like and could put to good use), it would be the Washington National Opera’s pride.I try not to refer to it as Das Rheingold too much, because neither does the direction. Not only is the scene set out West (the curtain rises to Alberich panning gold in what might be the Yuba River), all references to the Rhine have been carefully excised from the supertitles. Rhinemaidens become Rivermaidens, Rheingold becomes “pure gold” (from the German homophone Rein(es)-Gold) and so on. These Rivermaidens climb and swing about a wooden contraption for sifting gold. It’s the rough cut American version of Chéreau’s Hydroelectric dam.
The gods are New England upper class with white V-neck sweaters, tea sets, garden parties. Wotan (Robert Hale in a white suite) takes a nap in his garden chair before being awoken by Fricka (chubby but seductively cute Elizabeth Bishop). Donner (with T-bar instead of hammer) and Froh are hapless hobby architects. Anyone for tennis? Fasolt and Fafner have a great, inspired entrance by use of one of the most quintessentially American images. Lowered unto stage, the two giants are clad in jeans overalls, having their lunch sitting on a steel I-beam. Walking on huge, oversized shoes covered by wide trouser legs they towered, if not by a whole lot, above the other characters; the hands were Edward Scissorhands-like contraptions and a hook, in Fafner's case.Loge, arguably the most important – certainly the most interesting – character of the first Ring opera came across as a shady advocate/lawyer with a pinch of car-salesman. Arriving on the scene, he looks like he just stepped out of his 1920’s race car (including driver gloves). You could detect the attempt to make him a seedy character, but he is shifty at the most; more cunning for a good cause and very confidently so. He doesn’t toady like the brilliant, ingenious Heinz Zednik in the Chéreau production, but he is also not quite as cynical, not quite as aloof. Same words, same music: Two completely different characters; and Loge can be done in yet many more, more different ways. A continuously fascinating character.
The mine in which the Niebelungs are put to work look like a more or less realistic coal mine (without the sense of claustrophobia), the Niebelungs are an assortment of black children (make-up helps where nature didn’t) which makes a general point about American slavery and exploitation and then raises the far more delicate subject of black slave holders. Alberich, after all, is played by Porgy-cum-Schwarz Albe Gordon Hawkins. His transformation into a snake is projected onto the wall.
 R.Wagner, Das Rheingold, Chéreau/Boulez/Bayreuth |
Filled with good (not always perfect) acting and hopefully good singing, this is, will be, a promising start to the Washington Opera's very own ring cycle... an achievement that offers plenty criticism - but more enjoyment still. I, for one, was positively surprised. It's neither hackneyed nor radical, it's something that hasn't been done that way, even if it reminds of other productions in several moments. Within the limits of calculable risk, this is a definite winner.
