A rabble of fops and flakes stares out at the audience, mouths agape. The vision that stands before them is evidently spectacular. The only catch is that what the “wonders” they are enjoying are the stuff of imagination, magicked up by the pair of charlatans Chirinos and Chanfalla. Henze's Das Wundertheater may be great fun, but it is much more than banal buffoonery. The exemplary Ópera de Cámara del Teatro Colón presented the work alongside other others by the Weill/Brecht and Kaija Saariaho – an evening of biting social critique fit for the dourest of cynics.
That such astringent satire has its roots in Miguel Cervantes, "El príncipe de los ingenios", is surprising. Any hints of sardonicism in Don Quixote, by far his most universally popular work, are subtle and delivered with winning charm. But when it came to the entremeses – one act plays that served as an interlude to longer pieces of entertainment – the gloves were well and truly off. Cervantes' El retablo de las maravillas, one of eight entremeses he wrote, has the travelling duo convince an audience that its show of wonders will be visible only to Christians and those born within wedlock. When a soldier passes by and points out that the spectators have been duped, blinded by their desire to appear respectable to one another, he is deemed a sinner and beaten black and blue.
It is in university performances of the entremeses from the 1950s onwards that the Festival Cervantino has its roots. The works still play a part in this large inter-disciplinary arts festival today, with Madrid's theatre group Teatro de La Abadía performing three of them, including El retablo de las maravillas, in period costume and with 17th-century sound effects at this theatre earlier in the week. Here, the decision to translate Henze's German-language version back into Spanish made more of a direct link between this audience and its heritage. But stage director Marcelo Lombardero provided a modern update: not to the 1940s of the work's creation but the "Roaring Twenties", an appropriate context for this gang of skittish impressionables bent on fun.
Lombardero had his cast prance in time with the music and strike garish tableau vivant poses, their hysterical visages aglow to shadowy under-lighting. The moment soldier Furrier receives a beating (the spoken part delivered by Lombardero himself) carries a half-comical absurdity. Such a balance between the grim and the comic belies directorial skill. But that everything works so smoothly is also testament to the fine performances of the Ópera de Cámara, a travelling troupe, based at the Teatro Colón, from which standout performances came from the razor-voiced, amply-bearded Sebastian Angulegui as Benito Repollo and the rakish Mariano Fernandez Bustinza as dandy Juan Castrado.