Airports are full of people with dreams, each with a story to tell. I have been trying to remember how long ago it was when you could check in your bag and simply walk onto a plane, before the arrival of massive security halls, ever-smaller bag sizers and all the features that make today’s airline travel a trial. Jonathan Dove in his witty, thought-provoking opera Flight, written 20 years ago when skies were less crowded and before the twin tower attack, traps an unlucky group of travellers and staff in an airport lounge overnight as a huge electrical storm grounds all flights. Surprising alliances are made and the opera finds itself addressing one of today’s international issues.
Stranding a group of people is a popular dramatic device, and I was struck by similarities to Menotti’s The Consul where one person, Menotti’s Secretary and Dove’s Controller prevent characters from leaving a place they no longer want to be, with babies appearing and threats from officials in both operas as stories unfold. That said, Flight is a very fine accessible modern opera, this production first seen at Opera Holland Park in 2015 travelling to Scottish Opera with three original cast members. Musically, there is a mix of modern minimalist influences with series of driving looped sequences, lively Latin-American cross-rhythms with many lyrical and astonishingly beautiful, moving moments. Silver-stringed harp, bright celesta and energetic percussion provided much variety adding edge and drama. Scottish Opera’s orchestra under Stuart Stratford was on top form, ablaze with energy and dynamism, sounding like they were thoroughly enjoying Dove’s musical challenges from creating the drama of a plane taking off to onstage childbirth.
Andrew Riley’s stretched Nissen hut semi-circular airport design with utilitarian airport seating, overseen by the Controller’s high platform was simple and effective. Three sets of lift doors allowed people to come and go, the backdrop a canvass for Jack Henry James’ subtle and effective video projections of lightning storms or clearing blue skies, even a huge plane taxiing towards us.
The passengers were people we might meet every day: Bill and Tina off on holiday to revitalise their marriage, Minskman and pregnant Minskwoman heading to a diplomatic life in newly independent Belarus, and an Older Woman waiting for her young lover to arrive. A besotted Steward and Stewardess provide much amusement and a Refugee without papers hides from an Immigration Officer doing his rounds. Overseeing everything is the Flight Controller, perhaps the most enigmatic character of all, almost god-like on her high platform as she issues her orders, or speaks frantically on the phone checking her bank of screens.