We all remember the scene in Amadeus: 
                "Write us a proper German opera, Herr Mozart," says 
                the Emperor, in a bid to break the monopoly of ‘Italian trinkets’. 
                The result was indeed a truly German singspiel, but one laced 
                with the craze sweeping Vienna at the time, for all things Turkish. 
                In The Abduction from the Seraglio, Mozart was able 
                to demonstrate how the great universal themes of love and forgiveness 
                could be presented in a comic style that would appeal to the masses. 
                It is something of a dry run for his last great operatic masterpiece, 
                The Magic Flute. 
              
 
              
This current production celebrates that very 
                element of vaudeville, and one can imagine the composer himself 
                loving it. It is conducted with great flair and ‘fizz’ by Zubin 
                Mehta, whose association with the piece goes back nearly forty 
                years. Indeed, anyone lucky enough to have his live Saltzburg 
                recording of Seraglio from 1965 (featuring, among others, 
                an incomparable Fritz Wunderlich) will know what to expect. Tempos 
                may have eased a little, but as the Overture makes clear, on the 
                right day Mehta can be as electrifying as anyone, and he drives 
                his medium-sized modern instrument pit band with great exuberance 
                and not a little panache. 
              
 
              
The visuals are a treat. One suspects the director 
                may have been influenced by Ingmar Bergman’s famous pantomime-style 
                Magic Flute of a few years ago, or indeed the Twyla Tharp 
                ‘authentic’ staging used in Amadeus. Whatever; the result 
                is a riotously uplifting comic entertainment. We get the first 
                hint during the Overture, when a toy ship sails shakily across 
                the stage, to be followed by Belmonte in his little rowing boat 
                with telescope. There is a huge Peter Pan-style crocodile, Osmin’s 
                personal pet, which rears up every so often to the delighted giggles 
                of the audience. The set consists of great sliding panels that 
                shift position to provide an effective and seamless flow of stylized 
                locations. They are heavily patterned with colourful squares and 
                mosaics, giving an ever-present reminder of the Turkish theme. 
                Costumes are appropriately flamboyant. 
              
 
              
The vocal performances are also a delight. The 
                two young male leads both look and sound the part. Yes, it is 
                hard to get Wunderlich’s Belmonte out of one’s head (he also recorded 
                the part for Jochum) but Rainer Trost has a pleasingly light, 
                agile voice that is reminiscent of Leopold Simoneau, and he is 
                an able, musical tenor. Of the women, I was taken by Patrizia 
                Ciofi’s delightful Blonde, and wondered at first whether she shouldn’t 
                have swapped parts with the rather matronly looking Konstanza 
                of Eva Mei. That said, Mei is certainly on top of her fiendishly 
                difficult part, and her gloriously sung ‘Martern aller Arten’ 
                (a pre-Queen of the Night coloratura spectacular) is only marred 
                by a tiresome series of bows to the audience afterwards. It’s 
                a pity, because this is the only occasion in the production where 
                this is allowed to happen, and it interrupts dramatic flow and 
                character credibility. 
              
 
              
Veteran Kurt Rydl enjoys himself as Osmin, but 
                which bass wouldn’t? He milks every moment of ‘O, wie will ich 
                triumphieren’ and steals most scenes shamelessly. All the spoken 
                dialogue is included (as with the Glyndebourne Carmen, 
                a welcome move that fleshes out many plot intricacies) and mention 
                must be made of Markus John’s authoritative performance as Pasha 
                Selim. 
              
 
              
There are no extras, but very generous cueing, 
                with 41 separate entry points. The booklet has a fairly perfunctory 
                note and brief synopsis. Sound is good and camera work intelligent 
                but not intrusive or fussy. The best news is that all two-and-a 
                quarter hours are on one disc, so it makes an eminently sensible 
                way to get the opera, given such first-rate singing and playing. 
                Recommended. 
              
 
              
Tony Haywood