There is no escape from the dysfunctional family’s tale of hatred and revenge in Philipp Stölzl and Philipp Krenn's new production of Elektra in Baden-Baden. The stark set of seven steep gray steps is confined to the front of stage, creating a sense of claustrophobic oppression. The director projects the German text on stage in various sizes. While these words initially seem distracting, it soon becomes an integral part of the music drama. The final phrase projected after everyone on stage is dead, “Diese Zeit, Sie dehnt sich ein finstrer Schlund” (This time, a dark abyss stretches out), a quotation of Chrysothemis’ earlier words, sums up the production team’s entire concept.
There are no stage props; occasional colour projections illuminate the changing moods of the protagonists. Costumes are in black and gray, the only colour being Elektra’s flaming-red hair representing her anger and passion. It is simple and straightforward, keeping the audience focused on the psychological dimensions of the opera.
The steep steps which also work as ceiling and floor, opening and closing, present a considerable physical challenge to the singers. Often they have to cower in narrow spaces, climb up and down – with an artificial leg and crutches in case of Oreste, who was clearly wounded in battle – and, for Klytaemnestra’s stunt double, roll down the steps upon her murder. There is no final awkward dance for Elektra as she is about to join the members of her family who are all dead on stage. It was unfortunate that her final utterance, “Everyone must dance!” was covered by the orchestra as Nina Stemme had to sing with her body bent forwards.
The brilliant ensemble of singers embraced the difficult staging to present one of the most heart-wrenching and arresting performances of the opera I have ever experienced. Stemme, approaching the twilight of her dramatic soprano days, is still a commanding and authoritative Elektra. Her high notes are no longer always reliable and sometimes have to be produced through sheer will and determination. They are, however, powerful and visceral, penetrating to the core of our psyche. Her voice seemed to acquire a whole new dimension upon her recognising her brother Oreste. She sang with extraordinary openness and tenderness, her voice carried aloft by the orchestra, soaring to a height of unimaginable beauty. There was not a dry eye in the theatre. Elektra is on stage for the entire 100 minutes, but Stemme showed no signs of fatigue, shading Elektra’s music with numerous colour palettes and dynamics. A performance to remember and cherish.