From that Guardian link in
ACD's post:
That would be Peter Sellars, a plausible mountebank who dressed Cherubino as an ice-hockey player and had him feigning copulation with a mattress during "Non so più".
Don't these guys ever think of what the poor singer is going through? Trying to sing a clean legato while spasmodically jerking your abdomen is not something of which Manuel Garcia would approve.
But 'tis a conundrum, eh. I rather like opera productions which have been filtered through a sensibility formed by all of the historical and cultural experience that has transpired since the opera was written. I think Wagner's universal themes particularly lend themselves well to this kind of social comment. And the theme of personal integrity, courage and the quest for freedom in
Fidelio certainly resonates with 20th C history and its' images, as in the Canadian Opera Company production of last February. But the pendulum has certainly swung into the realms of excess. Nowadays, it seems like major opera companies have to prove their credibilty as art houses through productions that "challenge" - read "offend" - and that "outrageous" is all too often mistaken for "thought-provoking".
And yes, what does the neophyte operagoer make of productions that bear no resemblance to the libretto? (How the hell did Bieito insert mutilated nipples into
Abduction and why doesn't someone get him a therapist?) But hopefully, this is a period, as I say, of excess fuelled by sensation and concomitant commercialism, and eventually, the best of the best will emerge. I'm sure that throughout history, there was a heap of dross, from which only the notables remained to be remembered by history. Probably Calixto Bieito
et al are destined for oblivion, or perhaps merely an amusing footnote. But I'll bet that Wieland Wagner's name will be remembered, because his productions really were of quality.