The north of Norway is sadly not spoilt when it comes to opera: the Arctic Philharmonic, the regional orchestra, only puts on one production per year. Despite the scarcity, the orchestra’s recent production of Richard Strauss’ Ariadne auf Naxos proved that high quality opera is also possible north of the Arctic Circle. This production marked Katharina Jakhelln Semb’s directing debut, but also her final production as Director of Opera at the Arctic Philharmonic, a final goodbye before leaving her position at the end of the season.
Semb set the Prologue in a 1920s English manor house, amid a profusion of white suits and cable-knit vests. To be sure, Susanne Münzner’s all-white sets and costumes lent a Wodehousian edge to the chaotic preamble. I couldn’t help but think of Bertie Wooster as Peter Wulfsberg Moen’s Dancing Master rolled around on stage in wheelie shoes. The choice to have Nils Johnson’s Major-Domo speak in the local dialect further added to the comedy, his slightly-too-sensible matter-of-factness underlining the absurdities of the sung German.
The theme of knitting ran through the production, from the first moments of the Prologue onwards. Lise Davidsen’s Prima Donna was never far away from a pair of knitting needles – on the surface, a reference to the ball of yarn Ariadne gives to Theseus, but Semb also seemed out to invoke Norwegian operatic history: famed Norwegian dramatic soprano Kirsten Flagstad was a regular dressing room knitter, and even made her professional debut whilst knitting. With the programme interview hailing Davidsen the “new Flagstad”, it was not difficult to surmise what the director was trying to get at.
The Opera itself proved more of a mystery than the straightforward Prologue. Julia Iwaszkiewicz’s Naiad, Siv Iren Misund’s Dryad and Marianne Folkestad Jahren’s Echo sang the nymphs’ ensembles beautifully, but I struggled to understand why they were living in an oversized poppy bud. Semb’s penchant for Flagstad references continued: during “Es gibt ein Reich”, Ariadne was brandishing her comically oversized knitting needle like a Valkyrie’s spear, looking not unlike a scene from a handicraft-centred production of Wagner’s Ring.
This production also marked the operatic debut of theatre group Wakka Wakka, who added puppets to Zerbinetta’s troupe of comic actors. The two giant hands and massive woman’s head certainly added to the chaos, but the puppets were not on stage enough to make a considerable impact. Still, the Opera had inspired moments, like Bacchus arriving in a champagne coup, presumably after an extended bout of drunken island hopping.