I have a confession to make. Siegfried is by far my least favorite Ring cycle opera. It shouldn’t be: the broken sword is re-forged to the catchy tune of an epic tenor aria, a dragon is slain, and the sleeping Valkyrie is awoken to sing a powerful duet with the hero. This ought to be an excitement-filled quarter of a day. But to me, it often isn’t. Unfortunately, the current staging at the Bayerische Staatsoper did nothing to change my mind.
The sets weren’t at fault; they were actually the best they’ve been this cycle. Siegfried lent itself well to Andreas Kriengenburg’s conceit of dancers-as-the-set. Fear was personified by writhing hands that grabbed Mime but playfully caressed Siegfried. Erda emerged from the middle of a mound of black-and-white bodies, which moved in response to Wotan’s declarations. Dragon-Fafner was a flying conglomerate of red-garbed dancers, with bass Christof Fischesser at its heart. Waving, orange-lit plastic became still and covered its bearers as Siegfried crossed through the fire to reach the top of Brünnhilde’s mountain. The Waldvogel’s trees, formed by harnessed and suspended people holding branches, were particularly beautiful.
No, I think we can blame the casting. I enjoyed Andreas Conrad’s brief appearance as Mime in Das Rheingold, but he wasn’t best suited for his larger role in Siegfried. His voice was audible but unexciting, and his exaggerated but unmotivated movement made the character very two-dimensional. It was impossible to feel sympathy with Mime or his goals. Actually, I spent Act II rooting for his rival, Alberich. Thomasz Konieczny exceeded everyone else onstage for vocal expression and sheer dramatic commitment. His mixture of haughtiness and sudden fear as he spoke to Wotan was brilliant. I only wish he had more to do! As the Wanderer, Thomas Mayer continued strongly. It was hard to see his face under his broad-brimmed hat, but he showed a solid sense of his character through his body and voice. His Wotan contained an intriguing mixture of hope and despair.
Of course, Siegfried himself is the keystone of the opera. Stephen Gould is highly sought-after in the role, but to my mind, he couldn’t pull it off on Sunday. His voice could be startlingly clear and loud on high notes, but it lost power quickly as he went down the scale. Even the heroic forging song was underwhelming. His acting was also a mixed bag: his contemptuous relationship with Mime was well-played, but he and Brünnhilde has less romantic chemistry than Alberich and Wotan. And it wasn’t for lack of trying on Catherine Naglestad’s part. She sang beautifully and powerfully, with emotional shifts from attempted seduction to shame to joy. I missed Evelyn Herlitzius (who sang Brünnhilde in Die Walküre), but it was because of the excitement and unpredictability she brought to the role, not because Naglestad was short on vocal or dramatic prowess.