We got a little more than we bargained for with this Die Entführung aus dem Serail, as became
clear with a pre-performance announcement. The billed Konstanze, Hulkar
Sabirova, had been taken ill, and was being replaced Gloria Rehm, who’d just
about had time to be run through the production.
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Die Entführung aus dem Serail at the Semperoper (Photo © Jochen Quast) |

Inevitably this made for some difficulty in judging the
general direction of the characters in Michiel Dijkema’s new-ish production
(one of last seasons premieres). But it did nothing to hide the fact that this is
an appealing, imaginative and witty show, designed (by Dijkema) with tongue
firmly in cheek and on a grandly pantomimic scale.

Costumes were bright and exaggerated, as were the props: a
vast birdcage on wheels to house Pasha Selim’s harem; an array of large
instruments of torture—‘Martern aller Arten’ indeed—rising from some fiery
upstage depths to the sound of threatening chants. Fans of the Castorf Ring will be pleased to know that the
production even includes a crocodile.
It’s bright, engaging and entertaining, then, and
while it might not constitute a profound meditation on the issues raised by
Mozart’s work—more pertinent today than ever, surely—it certainly doesn’t
trivialise them either. And, above all, Dijkema shows himself to be musically
sensitive, leaving the musical numbers to speak for themselves, as they did
with real eloquence here.
Forming the foundation of the basis performance was beautifully urbane
playing from the Staatskapelle: stylish, beautifully shaped and with an easy
grace that was helped by Christopher Moulds’s easy–going, non–interventionist
approach on the podium. The results were a joy.
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Die Entführung aus dem Serail at the Semperoper (Photo © Jochen Quast) |
There was some fine singing from the cast too, with Norman
Rheinhardt bringing plenty of grace and clean tone to Belmonte, even if the
voice did occasionally cloud over a little. I wasn’t that keen on the artful pianissimo he employed on a couple of
occasions, either, but this was nevertheless a satisfying, aristocratic and
stylish performance.
Rehm’s soprano is a wonderfully bright, luminous one and she
sang Konstanze with great allure, and even managed in the rushed circumstances to create a good rapport with Jaron Löwenberg’s charistmatic Pasha Selim. Aaron Pegram and Sibylla Duffe made a lively,
engaging pair as Pedrillo and Blonde. And was it me or did Duffe—during
her first scene, played out on some sort of giant turnip plantation— interpolate a ‘Brexit’ under her breath between ‘Ich bin eine Engländerin’ and
‘zur Freiheit geboren’?
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