Fervent Osculation

Original image by There Stands the Glass.

Satirical “Any Functioning Adult” campaign signs aren’t particularly helpful in this election cycle.  The gag dismisses real problems that aren’t laughing matters.  Besides, I feel as if I’ve only begun to come of age in recent weeks.  My daily opera initiative during the pandemic altered my worldview.  I’ve endured a lot of sentimental hooey, irrelevant relics, trite diversions and yes, boatloads of pretentiousness, in a quest to discover a handful of works that have enhanced my humanity and lifted a heretofore invisible veil of ignorance.

Operas including Wagner’s Der Ring des Nibelungen, Mozart’s “Die Zauberflöte” and Strauss’ “Salome” are among the essential cultural touchstones for anyone aspiring to become a fully informed global citizen.  My prior obliviousness of these essential works shames me.  Only now do I feel as the dimension in which thoroughly educated people function is coming into focus.

“Einstein on the Beach”- the 189th opera in a binge that’s closing in on 200 productions- isn’t indispensable.  Yet a willful surrender to all five hours of Philip Glass’ 1976 work transmuted me into a state of enlightened acquiescence.  Many of my acquaintances might argue that I’m still not a “functioning adult.”  I may lack maturity and refinement, but I’m well on my way to becoming an enlightened barbarian.

Rock Me Amadeus

Screenshot of Jeremy Ovenden in the Royal Theatre of Monnaie’s production of “Lucio Silla” by There Stands the Glass.

I often think about Kanye West’s 2013 concert at the Sprint Center. My review of the show for The Kansas City Star went viral because I was obliged to report the arena was only a quarter full, but it was the combination of avant-garde noise from West’s then-current Yeezus album and spectacular visuals including a mountain and ballet troupe that made the night unforgettable.

More than five months into my daily opera immersion (161 operas in the past 161 days!), a little piece of me dies every time I commit to a stale production set in a beige parlor featuring stocky vocalists in period costumes. Thanks in part to West’s spectacular imagination, I now expect the visual component to be as compelling as the music it accentuates at large-scale live performances and in every video production. Thrilling versions of two Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart operas I recently watched attest to the power of unfettered creativity in a form long associated with stasis.

“Lucio Silla,” an examination of a tyrant’s abuse of power, is considered one of Mozart’s least essential operas. Yet an arresting 2017 production mounted by the Royal Theatre of Monnaie forces me to revise my expectations of opera’s possibilities. Without compromising the music of the 250-year-old drama, the Belgian company places the work in a dystopian version of the present. The depictions of bloodlust and sexual violence are so graphic I repeatedly had to turn away. I suspect Mozart would approve of the unflinchingly kinky staging.

But why be constrained by a stage at all? Kenneth Branagh’s delightful cinematic version of “The Magic Flute” (“Die Zauberflöte”) successfully adopts the topsy-turvy tone I associate with the direction of Terry Gilliam. The fanciful 2006 reworking set amid trench warfare in World War I includes an excellent English libretto by Stephen Fry. Aside from scenes of battlefield horror, attempted rape and thwarted suicide, the film is suitable for children. My primary objection concerns Branagh’s suppression of the opera’s Illuminati subplot.

The scarcity of operatic innovations such as these might be part of a global conspiracy. I’m currently working my way through Glyndebourne’s four-hour and 44-minute stream of “Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg.” The stale 2011 production is set in a beige parlor and features stocky vocalists in period costumes. Music criticism is among the themes of Richard Wagner’s opera. In spite of the fusty visuals, I intend to give it a 8.7 rating.


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