For the Slovenian director Mateja Koležnik, Verdi’s final masterpiece Falstaff is a mixture of comedy and “fine realization (reality?)” in her own words. At the Bayerische Staatsoper, she stages the entire opera in a casino, and reduces everything to money. Falstaff, a gambler down on his luck, decides to seduce two wealthy housewives for their husbands’ money. Ford may be rich, but he acts like a gangster. His wife, Alice, and her friends Meg and Mistress Quickly, as well as Alice’s daughter Nannetta, dress in furs and sequins, flaunting their wealth. There is little differentiation of characters, young and old, rich and not so rich, in the production; unless one is familiar with the opera and its plot, it could be confusing and off-putting.
The set consists of pillars and sliding floors, with 16 doors that open and close as characters weave through the relatively narrow front stage. The director emphasizes the slapstick in the first two acts, but Verdi’s superb, economical score contains all the slapsticks, comedy, frenzy, pathos, pride, vanity, arrogance and longing of young love for the ears to savor. The busy stage action and frequent sliding doors in Acts 1 and 2 did not enhance but rather distracted from the fine musical performances. The silliness reached its peak in Falstaff and Alice’s seduction scene; Alice, scantily dressed in her dressing gown, teases Falstaff on a ladder against her tall closet as she plays with her sandals. Who would invite your admirer to your bedroom closet for your first encounter?
Matters improve in Act 3, as there is relatively little busy action. Dressed in glitzy and gaudy nightclub attire, the singers could at least sing with the music, not against it. The director devised a brilliant and heart-breaking ending, no doubt improvised given the recent Covid restrictions. As Falstaff is once again duped by the masquerade, the singers all exit at the back, and in their place appears a small screen. Now the cast and orchestra appear in their everyday wear in small windows à la Zoom, as they sing the last few minutes of the opera, culminating in the “fugue”, the ensemble “Tutto nel mondo é burla” (Everything in the world is a joke). As the recorded and piped in music of this glorious finale played, one by one, dancers, singers, stagehands and other backstage crew and finally the conductor Michele Mariotti himself appear on stage, standing in silence to the last “La risata final” (the final laughter). But no one is laughing. The screen is lifted and the camera spins around to show the orchestra also standing. The final arresting image of all the participants – front- and backstage – still in their face masks, turned to the empty auditorium, will be forever etched in my memory as a sad and defiant protest of artists and those of us who desperately miss the live theater and musical experience.