Staging fairytale opera is fraught with pitfalls. Spread the Freudian symbolism too thick and the audience feels like they’ve been at a psychotherapy session, not an opera. Go for vivid horror or opulent glamour and you’re in a competition with Hollywood that you cannot possibly win. So when someone gets to writing the fairytale section of the textbook on opera staging, they should give pride of place to Melly Still’s Glyndebourne 2009 production of Dvořák’s Rusalka, now making its first return to Glyndebourne Festival (although it’s travelled widely in the meantime).
Still has complete mastery of theatrical effect. How to depict Rusalka’s sisters swimming in the lake? Answer: use the full height of the stage, fly them in from above, preceded by the sudden unfurling of 20-foot long tails, bringing a collective gasp from audience – rather than being standard mermaids, these sprites are half-woman, half-giant-pondweed. Or use black theatre technique (a nod to the opera’s Czechness, perhaps) to have a white-clad dancer on the stage swoop and rise, with exquisite choreography. In Act 2, how to depict the arrival of Vodník, Rusalka’s father – whom only Rusalka can see? Most directors would use freeze-frame: Still and her lighting designer Paule Constable freeze the action for only a moment, then give us the subtlest of spotlighting effects to pick out the father and daughter while the party carries on in the background.
Still doesn’t try to turn the whole stage into photorealistic fairytale. Rather, she feeds us a whole series of cues that we remember from stories we’ve read over the years, to place us in the fairytale setting without our having to be conscious of how it's been done. In Act 1, we all recognise the witch's cauldron. At the ball in Act 2, the catwalk down which the Prince leads Rusalka evokes countless Cinderellas. In Act 3, simple lights sewn into Rusalka’s voluminous skirt mark her out as having become a will-of-the-wisp. And Still doesn’t duck the fact that the heart of this story is about sex – the water-sprites’ nature as sexual predators is clearly and imaginatively portrayed.
Robin Ticciati and the London Philharmonic Orchestra were every bit as vivid in their illumination of Dvořák’s score. The repeated harp motif rang out clear and true. The strings were lush and beautifully phrased. Woodwind lines were persuasive and rich in timbre. Tempi and accenting were immaculately judged.