Having for the last 
                  half-year been under the spell of Stockholm’s deeply satisfying 
                  and enormously well-sung Das Rheingold (see review, Seen 
                  and Heard), set in Wagner’s own time and presented as a 
                  kind of fairy-tale, I was at first taken aback by this seven-year-old 
                  production from Amsterdam. It took me some time to adjust to 
                  Pierre Audi’s and George Tsypin’s concept. One feature is the 
                  orchestra, fully visible and placed so to speak centre-stage, 
                  half immersed in a kind of pit but surrounded by the stage with 
                  only a narrow cat-walk separating the orchestra from the auditorium. 
                  Part of the action takes place on this equivalent of the Shakespearean 
                  apron. The sets are not real sets, rather constructions in metal 
                  and glass with various floors folded down for specific purposes. 
                  There is a lot of walking and crawling on sloping surfaces, 
                  which presumably must have been rather trying for the actors. 
                  The whole staging is more of an engineer’s workshop and some 
                  of the constructions look like scaffolding. 
                The first scene, 
                  on the bottom of the Rhine, plays on a sloping glass-and-metal 
                  construction, lit from underneath. This metal construction is 
                  then transformed into “real” scaffolding, illustrating the newly 
                  erected Valhall in scene 2. The visit to Alberich’s Nibelheim, 
                  takes us to a fanciful subterranean factory with fire and smoke 
                  and in the last scene the Gods make their way to Valhall, not 
                  via the rainbow but on a high and seemingly frail bridge, making 
                  them look more like four Bellinian sleepwalkers. 
                The light design 
                  plays an important part in this production and I won’t spoil 
                  the pleasure (or dismay) for the prospective buyers to explore 
                  the fanciful costumes by describing them in detail. Suffice 
                  to say that the Rhinemaidens’ tights, may have been a good idea 
                  in theory, but since few opera singers are sylphs the effect 
                  registers as parody and, I would say, is degrading to the actors. 
                  Sexual allure? OK, but the Stockholm maidens’ modest 19th 
                  century long dresses don’t make them less alluring, leaving 
                  something to the viewers’ imagination.
                The director’s aim 
                  with this production is surely to invite the onlookers to give 
                  their own interpretations of Wagner’s many-faceted drama. He 
                  can’t give any answers, he says in the documentary, but he helps 
                  Wagner to ask the questions – questions of the importance: of 
                  love and the evil powers of money. In a way he uses Brecht’s 
                  methods of breaking the illusion of reality by never presenting 
                  a believable world. Placing the orchestra in the centre of the 
                  action rather emphasises the importance of the music in relation 
                  to the words and, clearly well-rehearsed, they play impressively. 
                  There are drawbacks, not least the balance between singers and 
                  orchestra. Hartmut Haenchen conducts a fairly transparent and 
                  lean version, but of course Wagner’s score needs to be heard 
                  in all its glory. He can’t always avoid over-powering the soloists.
                Which brings me 
                  to the cast. It takes some good actors in good shape to fulfil 
                  the director’s intentions and most of them are excellent. Maybe 
                  the best of the bunch is Graham Clark as a lively and expressive 
                  Mime, his facial expressions mirroring every facet of this complex 
                  character. He also sings well. His Nibelung partner, Alberich, 
                  is portrayed in all his evil, all his greed and all his sorrow 
                  by the excellent Henk Smit. On the godly side – well, half-godly 
                  anyway – Chris Merritt is a convincingly oily Loge. In the centre 
                  of the action John Bröcheler’s Wotan is appropriately stern. 
                  Vocally he has a certain authority, though he lacks the wide 
                  palette of colours some Wotans have mustered in the past. He 
                  feels rather monochrome. Still he has the powers to ‘ride’ the 
                  orchestra without having to press the voice beyond its natural 
                  limits; a problem with most of these singers. There is hardly 
                  a voice that is free from strain and this strain more often 
                  than not results in wobbling – to various degrees. Anne Gjevang 
                  as Erda is relatively free from it. The two giants, impersonated 
                  by Peter Mikuláš and Carsten Stabell, are both equipped with 
                  sonorous bass voices with enough power to make them stand out 
                  vocally. 
                The performance 
                  was recorded in surround sound, but I listened to it in 2-channel 
                  stereo and it sounded excellent. The video direction allows 
                  the watcher to experience both the full stage in all its disguises 
                  and to creep into the action in close-ups. As a visual and theatrical 
                  experience this became rather thrilling but for superior singing 
                  one has to look elsewhere. Why not the Barenboim set from Bayreuth, 
                  which is due for review before long and which I so far know 
                  from the sound-only version; there the singing at least is in 
                  a quite different class. 
                The booklet has 
                  some interesting essays on the drama and the music and the documentary 
                  gives some further insight into the production. Although there 
                  is a list of “chapter points” in the booklet “for ease of access” 
                  they are not numbered, which is a bit annoying. And once again 
                  I have to air my hobby-horse about small white print on black 
                  background. Fortunately the essays are conventionally printed 
                  (black on white) and I guess we have to be grateful as long 
                  as the designers haven’t reversed the printing process completely.
                I wish the Stockholm 
                  production could be filmed - if it hasn’t already been done 
                  - and released on DVD; that would be a smash hit! I would also 
                  like one day to see a production where the director dares to 
                  follow Wagner’s detailed instructions literally. When 
                  there is so much care devoted to musically authentic 
                  performances, why couldn’t there be a corresponding scenic 
                  authentic movement?
                To sum things up: 
                  As a visual and theatrical experience this became rather thrilling 
                  but for superior singing one has to look elsewhere.
                Göran Forsling
                see also Review 
                  by Anne Ozorio
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