Set in a not-too-distant future, composer Rolf Wallin’s new opera Elysium, with a libretto by Mark Ravenhill, deals with the question of what it truly means to be human. Despite being overly moralistic at times, it proves an engaging piece with committed performances.
Elysium shows the downside of a Utopian vision of the future. It is set in a future where humans, having witnessed countless wars and other atrocities, invent a computer chip for the betterment of themselves. When implanted, this chip allows them to transmit incredible amounts of information at once, no longer relying on the inaccuracy of language, making these transformed humans – transhumans – more a constant stream of energy and ideas than actual physical beings. Only 40 humans have not had the chip implanted and are kept on a remote island by the transhumans, as a reminder of the past, of what the transhumans gained by transforming, but also what they lost. This reminder is a yearly performance of Beethoven’s Fidelio, performed by the remaining humans.
Ravenhill’s libretto was effective in outlining the big struggles faced by the main characters, yet at times, it bordered on the preachy and moralistic, especially in the second act. The opera relied heavily, perhaps too heavily, on spoken dialogue, yet this made sense; with Wallin’s penchant for lyrical, drawn-out word settings, the spoken lines helped hurry the narrative along. Wallin’s music is one of repetition and sudden contrast, of occasionally shimmering microtonality. Repeating harmonies are suddenly taken over by dramatic outbursts, yet the melody, or lack thereof, of the vocal lines is what pushes the music forward. With the large extent of spoken dialogue, especially in the first act, the music often seemed to go nowhere. The second act proved both musically and dramatically tauter, although the libretto lacked the ambiguity and mystery of Act I.
Set designer Leslie Travers sets Elysium in a world of brushed aluminium and safety glass, a transparent prison mirroring the island on which the humans are kept, literally like performing apes. Even though the chorus plays a crucial part in this opera, tiredly performing (literally) their duties as transhuman playthings, director David Pountney did not seem to give them much attention. While lining them up in static tableaux proved effective, especially with the set spinning around them, they seemed at a loss for what to do when moving, resorting to unenthusiastic, generic gestures. Luckily, he seemed to have divulged more attention on the main characters, especially The Wife and The Woman. The Woman’s second act mad scene in particular was harrowing.