Oper Stuttgart’s new production of The Queen of Spades (Pique-Dame) pushes a directorial tendency to update opera to a modern setting to an extreme. My heart sank when the curtain opened during the quiet and elegant prelude to reveal a stage with a towering facade of a rundown building. It could be any working class neighborhood of an European town. A young man in jeans appeared in stealth and climbed onto the second floor using a hidden ladder. He spied on a young woman at a window only to see her being embraced by another man. A group of women, young and old, appeared from the building in the cold morning; they are soon replaced by the street crowd. While a group of men sang about Herman and his obsession with Liza, they treated him with physical violence. The whole atmosphere of the street was rife with violence and sex.
The building façade rotated to reveal the other side of the building, a courtyard. Anna Viebrock's revolving set made for efficient scene changes. A large rectangular box with frosted glass windows would be wheeled in and out. An old woman (the Countess) would make her entrance from this “moving boudoir” and Herman, dead at the end of the opera, would depart the scene in this box. At some point, this box fits in the opening of the courtyard as a gate, a very clever device. The entire opera took place in this confined environment. Herman consummated his love with Liza in the courtyard. The Countess died not of fright, but on top of Herman as they made love. Liza’s suicide took place with her jumping off from the top of the building. The “Imperial Ball” was staged as a street festival with the crowd in homemade paper costume. As Herman played his “three cards,” he would repay his buddies for beating him up earlier by hitting them one by one.
Although weary of the rampant sex and violence, hallmark of many modern European opera productions, there was enough internal consistency in this production, and by intermission I accepted the Pique Dame of sweaty grit and claustrophobic misery. The second half of the opera unfolded in a thrilling manner with a swelling musical prelude foretelling the tragedy’s conclusion. Conductor Sylvain Cambreling took a brisk tempo to add urgency to the score, but he never sacrificed the dramatic excitement and tender beauty in Tchaikovsky’s music. The strings followed the conductor’s varying tempi and dynamics to build a solid foundation to the music, with woodwinds and brass adding color and gravitas and the percussion relished the most dramatic moments.