When I reviewed 
                  Das Rheingold in the same cycle just a couple of months 
                  ago I was eventually won over by the production as a whole, 
                  even though I was less impressed by the singing (see review).
                The present production 
                  is even more sparse with the action taking place on a kind of 
                  running-track surrounding the orchestra which itself is immersed 
                  in the middle of the stage but fully visible. The players remain 
                  an integral part of the action as well as producing an orchestral 
                  sound that challenges and even surpasses most of what is encountered 
                  on competing versions, whether it be sound only or DVDs. I have 
                  to admit that I am not fully updated on all the different versions 
                  of this opera that are currently available and so I will concentrate 
                  on a description and an assessment of the present issue with 
                  some references to other versions that I am familiar with. Some 
                  readers may have read my reviews - on Seen and Heard - of the 
                  ongoing new Ring from Stockholm Royal Opera, where Die Walküre 
                  was premiered at the end of February. I saw it a few weeks 
                  later and was enthralled. This “peeled off” production is a 
                  world apart from the Stockholm version but to my mind both are 
                  thought-provoking alternatives. The Dutch performance has a 
                  lot to its credit, not least the quality of timelessness – if 
                  that is what it is. The absence of references to milieus and 
                  epochs forces the viewer to focus on the interactions and conflicts 
                  between the main characters and that is the real strength of 
                  this performance.
                The focus on the 
                  orchestra also pays dividends, as I hinted at the beginning 
                  and it is a pleasure to wallow in the sound of this well-rehearsed 
                  band. Listen to the lush string sound, especially in the first 
                  act love music which rarely has been so sensually and, dare 
                  I say, sexually coloured. Hartmut Haenchen may not be known 
                  as a Wagnerian, but just as in Das Rheingold, he won 
                  me over fairly early in the first act. Not from the very beginning 
                  though, since the stormy prelude seemed a notch too fast and 
                  too streamlined. Maybe it was all too well-rehearsed and had 
                  lost something of the raw power of nature. In this respect no 
                  recording that I have heard surpasses the old Furtwängler, which 
                  I hope will be released in Naxos’s ongoing series of classic 
                  opera sets. The rest of the performance feels absolutely right. 
                  The only problem with the placing of the orchestra is that some 
                  of the soloists do not always manage to be heard properly at 
                  climaxes; Haenchen obviously has no wish to hold back. This 
                  afflicts, most of all, Jeannine Altmayer’s Brünnhilde, who, 
                  although creating a wonderful portrait of Wotan’s favourite 
                  daughter, lacks the ultimate steel and, more seriously, is rather 
                  weak at the bottom of her register. However with such glorious 
                  playing one can gladly sacrifice a note or two of the soprano 
                  part. Sets and backdrop are practically non-existent. The costumes 
                  get pride of place and even they are not very stirring. 
                  Sieglinde looks at first like a run-away nun. Brünnhilde makes 
                  her first entrance in a dark-brown tight-fitting jogging-dress. 
                  When she takes on her duties as a Walküre, she adds metallic 
                  wings, which her sisters also wear in the third act. Wotan, 
                  in a red knee-length coat, has a kind of metal armour covering 
                  his right shoulder and part of his arm, maybe indicating that 
                  he is half-God but also half-human. Anyway, when he gets really 
                  private and personal in his exchange of thoughts with Brünnhilde 
                  in the third act, he removes the armour. Fricka, all white, 
                  has aged considerably, becoming frail and stumbling along on 
                  crutches, but when Wotan in anger tears them away from her she 
                  is fully capable of walking at full speed. She uses all her 
                  means to rule poor Wotan.
                Much of the performance 
                  is filmed in close-up and since most of the principal singers 
                  are also good actors this enhances the feeling of presence and 
                  involvement. Reinhild Runkel is very impressive indeed as Fricka, 
                  her eyes very telling. She sings her part much better than she 
                  did in Das Rheingold, maybe partly because here she sounds 
                  her looks (or looks her sounds). Nadine Secunde, who was also 
                  Barenboim’s Sieglinde in the Bayreuth production from 1992, 
                  has lost some of her sonority and adopts an annoying wobble 
                  which becomes prominent when the voice is under pressure. That 
                  said, she has retained, and even developed, her insight in the 
                  role and at more restrained moments, which are legion, her reading 
                  of the part is extremely touching. John Keynes, a name new to 
                  me, also has a wobble, which initially is troublesome but either 
                  I got used to it or else he managed to keep it better in check 
                  as the performance progressed. In spite of these shortcomings 
                  he makes a good Siegmund, deeply involved, creating a nuanced 
                  portrait of his character and singing with a manly voice with 
                  a great deal of brilliance. He delivers a glowing spring song. 
                  As Hunding Kurt Rydl is imposing, black-voiced and threatening. 
                
                Jeannine Altmeyer 
                  has been around for some time now; she was Brünnhilde on the 
                  first digital Ring, released in 1983. Even then she was regarded 
                  by some critics as too light-voiced. The same criticism could 
                  be posed seventeen years later. It is still a beautiful voice, 
                  fairly unscathed by the passing years and she has stage presence. 
                  In the final duet with Wotan she is very vulnerable and touching. 
                  The real pillar of strength is, however, John Bröcheler as the 
                  Chief of the Gods. He is a singer in the John Tomlinson mould, 
                  maybe not quite as big-voiced and somewhat drier of tone but 
                  he is still powerful, intense and untiring. In the final scene 
                  he grows to heroic and tragic heights and from In festen 
                  Schlaf verschliess’ ich dich he gains even more dignity. 
                  Leb’wohl du kühnes, herrliches Kind up till the very 
                  end is great singing indeed with an added sonority and warmth 
                  that is heart-rending. 
                In sheer vocal terms 
                  the Barenboim version may be even more recommendable but the 
                  visual impact of this Spartan production is such that it will 
                  not be easily forgotten. It is recorded in surround sound. I 
                  heard it in ordinary stereo, which sounded excellent, and there 
                  is a good booklet. There is also an introduction to the opera. 
                  All in all this a quality product.
                Göran Forsling
                
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