Of the many Parsifal performances in Germany on Good Friday, it was a special joy to experience the legendary production in Mannheim that dates back to April 1957. Hans Schüler’s production is very much in the spirits of Wieland Wagner’s “new Bayreuth” tradition. Staging is simple, with a small mound in centre-stage serving as the base for the altar in Acts 1 and 3, and as Kundry’s “bed” in Act 2. Background projections show forests, Grail temple, Klingsor’s castle, flower garden and forests, all in painted abstraction. Lighting is minimal and in ombre grey in Acts 1 and 3, except for the Grail which is lit bright red. Klingsor’s castle in Act 2 is coloured in greenish-blue, while his garden was fused in rosy hues; Kundry’s seduction dress is black with shades of red.
The few props include an altar and two semi-circular pews for the Grail Knights. The Grail is lit golden yellow when it is raised by Amfortas and Parsifal in worship. The forest features tree stumps for Gurnemanz’s Act 1 narration and Parsifal’s baptism in Act 3. Costumes imply a vague Middle Ages setting, as the knights are in brown monk’s flock, and Kundry and the flower maidens appear in flowing long dresses. Parsifal, appearing first dressed as a hunter with bow and arrow, returns in Act 3 in a white flock symbolizing his special status among the knights. Stage action is limited. Flower maidens and their dancing sisters have well choreographed movements; the Grail Knights march and sing in unison. Kundry tries to seduce Parsifal on her knees, in bed.
It is all simple and straightforward, yet the whole performance was mesmerizing and moving. Dreamy scenery that seemed to make imperceptive changes in an instant in the Transformation Scene, as the screen was lowered and abstract images appeared in sequence in front of us, was transporting. Minimal movements of the singers as they stood and sang meant the audience was able to focus on their facial expressions, small gestures and voices to appreciate the characters’ psychological motivations. There were no subtitles; the acoustics of the theatre were such that every singer was clearly heard and their diction was exemplary. We were brought back to the “pre-subtitle, pre-updating” era of opera. I do enjoy modern productions of opera, in particular those that give me new insights and understanding of a piece, but this 61-year-old production is very much alive and vivid in its intensity. I found myself in tears at many points of the performance, thinking of many glorious singers of the past and present who graced it over the years, as the power of the production combined with the excellent music-making overwhelmed me.