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| German Humor Involving Wagner |
| 2007-07-26 |
| Art imitated art at Bayreuth Wednesday, with Germany's greatest opera genius interpreted by his great-grand-daughter in a bold new production of one of his key works. The venue: The Bayreuth "Festspielhaus," the operatic shrine dedicated exclusively to works of Richard Wagner. The event: a new production of his "Die Meistersinger von Nuernberg," by Katharina Wagner -- in a debut that could help decide whether the 29-year-old becomes the next family member to run the Bayreuth Festival. Expectations were high -- and for the hundreds who booed the performance obviously not met. But at least as many among the audience loved the production, reflecting the annual Bayreuth split of traditional Wagnerites and those hungry for experimentation. And experimentation ruled Wednesday. No quaint gabled houses or medieval town squares and no period costumes either. Instead, the audience was given a plot turned topsy turvy, a villain turned hero, a hero turned wimp -- and a few minutes of full frontal nudity. The opera is an ode to art -- and the interpretation kept that focus intact. Beyond that, though, Richard and Katharina -- in her first production at Bayreuth -- parted ways 180 degrees. In the original version, a young knight falls for the daughter of a rich Nuernberg burgher and decides to enter a singing contest to win her hand. He is rejected by the "master singers" because he breaks all of their formalistic rules but his natural talent and melodic ardor ultimately overwhelms the stuffy inner circle. Boy gets girl. Art conflicts with art and emerges elevated. And the villain -- the lecherous city clerk who had also cast an eye on the heroine -- gets his comeuppance. Not so Wednesday. Walther von Stolzing, the young nobleman, turns from sloppily clothed, paint-slinging rebel to buttoned-down conformist, ultimately mirroring the master singers he initially scorned. So does Hans Sachs, the shoemaker and master singer -- and true-life German medieval poet -- who first supports Stolzing only to turn from mild iconoclasm to narrow-viewed supporter of the status quo. And Sixtus Beckmesser, the city clerk? Originally the hair-splitting pedant who looks jealously at Stolzing as his rival for the charms of Eva -- and who does everything he can to trip him up -- he undergoes epiphany at the boisterous riot at the end of Act II. Where Stolzing and Sachs grow increasingly straight, the originally slicked-back Beckmesser is now the nonconformist, in dress, mimicry and action. His final song -- an embarrassing effort to sing a song stolen from Stolzing in the original version -- turns into a Dadaist outcry against stultified status quo art in the Katharina Wagner production. At nearly seven hours, including two 60-minute breaks, there were slow moments. But clever devices helped move the action. One of them was the decision to link visual art to music -- for almost every formal song there was a picture, subtly demonstrating the composer's later claim to creating "Gesamtkunst," or total art. The principals were a mixed blessing. Michael Volle was wonderful as Beckmesser, powerful and evocative vocally -- and even more so in his acting skills. His transformation from ranting pedant to cool rebel was impressive. As Stolzing, Klaus Florian Vogt delivered a clear but burnished tenor, effortless intonation and steady pitch -- and nearly matched Volle in metamorphic skills as he mutated from iconoclast to conformist. Franz Hawlata was booed as Sachs by audience members who apparently mistook his weakness for a bad night on stage. But in this production, Hawlata looked to be playing indecision and lack of direction -- as called for by Katharina Wagner. If he was acting, he succeeded admirably. Norbert Ernst was solid as David, Sach's apprentice. Vocally, Amanda Mace disappointed as Eva, with little of the carrying power needed for this part, although her pitch and intonation were flawless. She showed little of the steel the role originally called for. But perhaps simpering and a bit vacuous was the way Katharina Wagner wanted the woman who falls for the less-than-hero Stolzing. Ditto for Carola Gruber as Magdalena, her maid. The Festival Orchestra under Sebastian Weigle was a dream -- sonorous, rhapsodic, finely nuanced and at one with the singers on stage. As for the fate of Katharina Wagner, some of the buzz was pro and some con as the audience left the Festspielhaus. Her father, Wolfgang, who now runs things, is 87, and pressure is growing on him to step down and make way for a younger member of the Wagner clan. But at least some of those gathered outside for most of the evening were focused on less weighty things -- like catching a glimpse of the political movers and shakers and glitterati that make the festival an annual place to be seen. "We just like to star gaze," said Hildegard Kunze, 72. Her husband, Adolf Mayer, 82, nodded, adding: "Wagner will remain Wagner, no matter who runs the show." "Now is the time on Sprockets vhen ve dance." |
| Posted by:Anonymoose |
| #9 *&%$#@ links are bad. #7 Instead, the audience was given a plot turned topsy turvy, a villain turned hero, a hero turned wimp -- and a few minutes of full frontal nudity. Who was nekkid? They don't make opera singers like they used to. http://auv.blogspot.com/2007/07/klaus-florian-vogt-watch.html |
| Posted by: Whusoper Mussolini8129 2007-07-26 20:20 |
| #8 Be vewwy quiet—I'm hunting wabbits. |
| Posted by: Eric Jablow 2007-07-26 20:18 |
| #6 Hell, a quick look through Groves encyclopedia's composer biographies will give an amazing number of examples of sexual scandals, wasted lifes, drunkeness, drug abuse, alternate lifestyles, and stormy scenes and illicit passions among composers through the ages. About the only first-rate composer with a totally blameless and conventional personal and professional life was J.S. Bach. Most of the others were out there... and in some cases, wa-a-a-a-y out there. (And in the case of Tchaikovsky, way in there, closetwise.) |
| Posted by: Sgt. Mom 2007-07-26 19:46 |
| #5 Yeah...them zany Germans. |
| Posted by: tu3031 2007-07-26 18:57 |
| #4 the intensely insane Friedrich Nietzsche Nietzsche couldn't have been too many tacos short of a fiesta. It takes a pretty agile mind to come up with one-liners like: "Without music life would be a mistake." Or, my favorite: "The last true Christian died on the cross." I'm glad to say that I have a friend or two who are living disproof of that last bit of cynicism. |
| Posted by: Zenster 2007-07-26 16:52 |
| #3 To put Wagner in his proper, if bizarre perspective, it would be hard to beat director Ken Russell's Lisztomania (1975), which while it featured the equally bizarre life of Franz Liszt, played by Roger Daltrey, who hands down was the first rock star, it also features a justifiably surreal Richard Wagner. And if you know the history of the two, from cigar smoking Russian countesses with mummified husbands in their closets, to Lola Montez' performing a strip tease on the table of a royal banquet and trashing a Parisian hotel room in a fit of lust, with visitations to the intensely insane Friedrich Nietzsche in the insane asylum, the movie may not be as wacky and surreal as it seems. Though the infamous scene of the ribbon dance by nude women around the 15' tall penis of Liszt is obviously Wagnerian in character. Only in a Wagnerian opera will you see a 7' tall woman with 3' of hair, wearing little more than a fishnet body stocking, sing over a 3x normal size orchestra playing at full volume. |
| Posted by: Anonymoose 2007-07-26 16:11 |
| #2 Actually, Wagner's music isn't as bad as it sounds. [rimshot] |
| Posted by: Zenster 2007-07-26 14:41 |
| #1 To paraphrase someone I heard the yesterday Wagner was the original moonbat. He may have loved this. |
| Posted by: someone2 2007-07-26 14:17 |