BWW Reviews: OTSL's MAGIC FLUTE Delights St. Louis

BWW Reviews: OTSL's MAGIC FLUTE Delights St. Louis

Opera Theatre of St. Louis has opened its thirty-ninth season with a bang. Their production of The Magic Flute is unlike any other you've seen (or ever will see). On entering the theatre one finds--well, not much at all. And what there is is pretty dismal. A huge nearly-empty stage, the vast back wall a grim dark grayish brown like an old warehouse. High above, a steel cat-walk spans the stage, and there's a great moveable steel staircase to the catwalk. A rather cheesy fake palm tree. A bush. A small black table and chair. A little trolly for coffee. This is "The Magic Flute"?? I'd heard that designer/director Isaac Mizrahi was having some weird ideas about this show. But this??

Well, it was not long before my heart, which had sunk a little, flew right back up. This is a Hollywood sound stage and a lot of very theatrical magic is going to happen here--not least of all in the flood of beautiful dance that we soon will enjoy. There are many moments throughout the evening when one is aware of a certain visual excess, and occasionally things are more than a bit too busy, but overall Mr. Mizrahi's vision works very well indeed. And musically? Ah, musically conductor Jane Glover and her brilliant army of singers and musicians conquer sublime heights.

Mr. Mizrahi places his "Magic Flute" in early 'fifties Hollywood, and there are many obvious references to that place and time. Stage hands and grips (mostly wearing fedoras and suspenders) move things about. When the Queen of the Night first appears high on that catwalk she is the very essence of an aging Garbo--close turban, flowing dressing gown, dark glasses. Tamino's costume is a direct steal from Gene Kelly in "April in Paris" (1951). Papageno is--well, yes, his lower half is bird, but upwards he resembles nothing so much as W. C. Fields--portly, a little pompous and with that trademark straw boater. The tails of his coat are very long, but after all, he's part bird, so swallow-tails are appropriate. The three Spirits are babies in exactly the baby costumes used by Fred Astaire, Nanette Fabray and Jack Buchanan in "The Band Wagon" (1953).

Now this opera is a fantasy on Freemasonry, a movement which grew up fostered by the Enlightenment. It was, essentially, a humanist rejection of the old hierarchical authority and a commitment to human perfection through individual betterment. There was a fundamental optimism at its core. Tamino and Pamina through their courage and discipline are eventually accepted into Sarastro's noble brotherhood. When Mr. Mizrahi chose the early 'fifties he chose an era of vast optimism. And for his lodge of noble brothers he chose, of course, Shriners. The stage is flooded with countless Shriners, as at a convention--red sports-coats, gray slacks, saddle shoes and, of course, that iconic red Fez with the golden emblem. Shriners are a modern branch of Freemasonry, and they were massively present in America from the 'twenties through the 'fifties.

Today we are tempted to view Shriners (apart from their philanthropy) as rather silly--the funny hats, the parades of tiny cars. Today we are tempted to think of the libretto of "The Magic Flute" as rather silly. But I thank Isaac Mizrahi for placing this work in a time when such commitments were not so silly. And despite the levity in "The Magic Flute" such commitments were not silly to Mozart and his librettist Emanuel Schikaneder--both Masons.

The Freemasons dreamt of a universal Enlightenment--a movement from the old darkness to the new light, from chaos to order. But there were those who feared and opposed such change. And here I think that we should invoke the memory not of "April in Paris," but of that Gene Kelly movie of the following year--"Singin' in the Rain" (1952). In it the reigning diva of silent film is faced with the terrifying prospect of a new age--"talkies"--just as the Queen of the Night dreads the sunlight of Sarastro. (Perhaps an even better analogy would be to "Sunset Boulevard" [1950] in which Gloria Swanson, herself an aging silent film star [who not infrequently wore a turban] plays just that--a diva desperate for a comeback, but whose time has past.)


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Steve Callahan A native Kansan I have a BA (Math and Theatre) and MA (Theatre). I was working on a PhD in Theatre when IBM sniffed my math background and lured me away with money enough to feed my (then two) children. Nevertheless I've been active in theatre all my life--having directed fifty-three productions (everything from opera in Poughkeepsie to Mrozek in Woodstock to musical melodrama in Germany) and I've acted in seventy others. Now that I'm retired I don't have that eight-to-five distraction and can focus a bit more. I've regularly reviewed theatre in St. Louis for KDHX since 1991 and am tickled now to also join BWW.