The 1909-10 season was good for Franz Léhar. The composer had three operettas premiere, and the most successful, Der Graf von Luxemburg, got over 300 consecutive performances in Vienna. The score, full of irritatingly catchy waltzes and polkas alternating with lush ballads, makes it easy to hear why.
The story is the standard silly stuff of the genre. In exchange for a small fortune, the impoverished Count of Luxembourg agrees to a sham marriage to a bride he will never see (the opera singer Angèle). Three months later, they will divorce, and she, now a Countess, will be able to marry the Russian Prince Basil Basilowitsch. (He is desperately in love with her but cannot marry a commoner; she loves nobody but is enchanted by the prospect of becoming a princess.) By chance, the Count and Angèle meet and fall in love, only to discover that they are both married – to each other! Still, the Count has already spent the Prince’s money and has given his word to divorce Angèle. Things look grim for the lovers until the Countess Kokozowa appears unexpectedly and reveals her long-standing engagement to the Prince, which she forces him to honor, leaving the Count and Angèle free to remain married.
Jens-Daniel Herzog’s staging for Deutsche Oper am Rhein is a wild ride. It takes the operetta too seriously and not seriously enough, at the same time. We get flashes of the Count’s depression and disgust with life in the midst of his wild partying. We also get a devil popping out of a refrigerator when the Faustian bargain is sealed and a dragon guarding the opera stage door. Prince Basil is a mafia boss whose clumsy aides are the stuff of slapstick comedy – but with pistols, which they readily brandish and shoot. Adding a note of menace to the opera grounds its lightheartedness, but it also undermines the poignancy of the Count’s character arc. It’s hard to blame him for selling his name when he does so at gunpoint.
The show’s star is baritone Kay Stiefermann as the Count, who combines matinee idol looks with a swoon-inducingly satiny voice. It is easy to sympathize with Angèle’s sudden love for him, despite his character’s many and obvious flaws (such as drinking to excess and literally throwing money around). Angèle’s part underwent a substitution due to illness, so the audience was treated to the powerful tones of soprano Maraike Schröter. This isn’t quite the ideal repertoire for her – just a few thrilling top notes were sprinkled throughout a role that largely relied on her blander middle range. Still, she acted and sang it with great flair on short notice.