All ladies are like that – especially when they’re at the funfair. Phelim McDermott’s new production of Così fan tutte moves the action to a 1950s fairground setting. The results are gaudy and visually arresting, though not exactly subtle. It's as good a setting as any for this opera, even if the continuous sideshows often threaten to swallow up the narrative, slender as it is. The result is a Così played squarely for laughs, entertaining when it works, but often weighed down by the sheer quantity of interpretive ideas.
From the very start, the staging is presented as a fairground sideshow. As the overture plays out, a circus troupe emerges, one by one, from a trunk, each bearing a placard, which they then arrange and rearrange for comedy effect – the audience’s applause drowning out the music at each punchline. The settings (stage designs by Tom Pye) in the first act evoke a 1950s motel, beginning in the saloon and then moving to the cabins. There’s fun to be had here, with the fronts of the individual rooms rotating to reveal the interiors. Much of the action involves continuous comings and goings through the doors as the sets rotate – proper old-fashioned farce. But as Act I reaches its conclusion, the format begins to feel laboured. One of the final scenes involves just Fiordiligi and Dorabella, but their duets are sung in front of the circus troupe, which gives us sword swallowing, fire eating and the rest of it – in irrelevant distraction. Similarly, most of the second act takes place on fairground rides, with the singers moving from one to the next at each scene change. The teacups are fun, and the tunnel of love is certainly appropriate, but the carousel adds little, and Fiordiligi’s aria floating in a balloon serves no function at all.
On a more positive note, McDermott has some interesting ideas about the characters of Despina and Don Alfonso. Mary Bevan plays a sassy and self-assured Despina, one who takes on all the various disguises with gusto, and who has more agency here than either Mozart or Da Ponte credited her. That impression is consolidated by Bevan’s bold coloratura singing, always accurate and always arresting.