consummation
by Douglas Messerli
Richard Wagner Das Rheingold / LAOpera, performed at the Dorothy Chandler
Pavilion, Los Angeles (the production we saw was on June 18, 2010)
Richard Wagner Die Walküre / LAOpera, performed at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion,
Los Angeles (the production we saw was on June 20, 2010)
Richard Wagner Siegfried / LAOpera, performed at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion,
Los Angeles (the production we saw was on June 23, 2010)
Richard Wagner Götterdämmerung / LAOpera, performed at the Dorothy Chandler
Pavilion, Los Angeles (the production we saw was on June 26, 2010)
Over several afternoons and nights
from June 18th to June 26, 2010, Howard and I attended the entire 16 hours of Der Ring des Nibelungen at the Los
Angeles Opera.
Much has been written about Wagner's overwhelmingly brilliant, often
mocked, and sometimes hated achievement, and I do not care here to wade into
the complex stories, myths, and psychological sloughs surrounding the work. The Ring, no matter what is thrown at
it, is quite simply a marvelous human accomplishment, never quite matched in
the all the years since its creation. Its mess of a plot, sometimes ridiculous
characters, and forests of inexplicable riddles does not, somehow, diminish
this work, and I think anyone—saintly or evil—who loves theater, music, and
spectacle cannot help but admit to admiring it.
Nothing I might write in connection with these issues is easy. For I
highly admire the decision, which was strongly argued for, I have heard, by
Conlon and General Director Plácido Domingo, to attempt this production. I also
applaud their goal of bringing a completely new look and feeling to the great
opera. That the company was almost destroyed in the process of bringing
Wagner's four operas to the stage brings more blame, perhaps, on today's
audiences and the high cost of such an undertaking than any misjudgment by the
producers. It was and remains a noble act to present this work in a city always
hungry for art, theater, and music, but not always appreciative of the
particular manifestations of such.
Yet all that said, there are some important questions to be brought up
regarding this version.I swore to myself not use any variation of Dickens'
tired antithesis to describe my feelings about the LA Opera's Ring, but it continues to summarize
them: "It was the best of operas, it was the worst of operas."
But already in the scene in Valhalla, we begin to become somewhat distracted by the costumes. Fricka's constantly outreaching hands may indicate her major activity of pleading with her husband Wotan, but to keep her character locked away in this position seems to allow no subtlety. She is, after all, not always pleading, but righteously correct her assessment of Wotan's own laws. The powerful giant brothers, Fasolt and Fafner, seem inexplicably to be alternating between dwarves and the incredibly tall construction workers by which the work defines them.
Wotan, his head locked in a square-boxed helmet with his facial image
reflected upon it, stole much of sense of power by which he is defined. Of
course, he is a conflicted image, a God who is tempted, again and again, away
from obeying the laws he has himself established. And there is no question that
Freyer's costume implies this tension between his mind and apparition. At
certain times, particularly when he stood at the top of the stage, however, the
audience could hardly hear Wotan's (Vitalij Kowaljow) declarations, let alone
tremble at the vocal power of his angry proclamations. At other times, Fricka
(Michelle DeYoung) seemed somewhat distraught in her permanently outstretched
position. Only Alberich (Richard Paul Fink) and Mime (Graham Clark) seemed
comfortable in their dress.
By the time of Die Walküre—easily
the most brilliant of the LA Opera productions—the problems of direction,
costume, and set became more obvious. In some ways, Freyer's attempts to create
his own series of private leitmotifs, helped the audience—particularly those
who had never before encountered the complex series of characters Wagner
presents—recognize and define them. But by so thoroughly defining them, he also
took away most of their "humanity," stripping them of any empathy we
might feel for their human-like achievements and failures and leaving them
afloat in a mythological world that separated them from us. A student of
Brecht, it is clear that that was, in part, what Freyer was seeking. But in a
work such as The Ring, which has
already built into it a sense of separation from our daily experiences, the
actors and director must work even harder, in some ways, to make us feel that
these figures resemble ourselves.
James Conlon is a dedicated and highly committed director. And his
lectures before each the four operas were filled with beautiful descriptions of
how Wagner's music brought us into the action both emotionally and
intellectually. In my encounters with this director, however, it
Linda Watson sang and performed marvelously as Brünnhilde, but the
constant dressing and undressing of her, as Siegfried later rips her gown away
patch by patch, was more a distraction that an amplification of any substantive
meaning, visual or otherwise. By the time we had reached Siegfried we had lost touch with this world, strangely at the very
moment when we encounter the most human character of the entire masterpiece.
Like LA Times music critic Charles
McNulty I suddenly felt I had entered a California amusement park instead of
the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. Admittedly Siegfried is a kind of bumbling
idiot, a true innocent whose only major attribute lies in his powerful muscles.
But to portray him simply as a kind of blond-headed Michelin Man is to destroy
any possibility of human redemption. And that is ironically, why Wagner vested
so much power in this figure. In his innocence, he even seeks fear, without
comprehending what might lie behind it. In the course of the work, Siegfried
discovers love, treachery, hate, and even death. He is of a new race, and as
such, to close him off as a laughable stereotype does a terrible injustice to
the entire work.
This is clearly a production that should be seen again.
Los Angeles, August 19, 2010
Reprinted from USTheater, Opera, and Performance (August 2010).