
Trollflöjten
How weird it sounds in Swedish! It’s like hearing German Christmas songs in English – I always want to sing the original lyrics. The same thing happens here, but sadly I don’t know the lyrics here, ahahaha.
The loli in the audience is so incredibly weird! I understand that my facial expressions when watching operas are probably not particularly lively either, but she seems extraordinarily stoic to me. Of course she is cute and the subtle smile suggests that she enjoys it, but something just feels wrong. The children I have seen in actual performances look different to me – they are either completely bored or very into it and much more expressive.
Ah, it’s technically the third time I am seeing this opera. It’s to be noted that I have never seen any other opera more than once, and “The Magic Flute” was the first opera I have seen ever since high school is over. (They took us to the opera in high school too.) For many reasons, this is THE opera for me, the one opera that stands out in comparison to everything else. (I don’t even get why some people consider “Figaro” as Mozart’s best opera.) “The Magic Flute” has lovely characters, wonderful arias for many characters and singing children; it’s a fairy tale full of symbolism and an absolutely unique story. I can’t think of anything that could come close to this, with its catchy tunes and incredible potential to be produced in a grand way. Verdi and Puccini may be my overall favorites, touching my heart to the core, but when it comes to a single opera, it is this one, even before “Turandot”, “La Traviata” and “Les Contes de Hoffmann”.
Now here’s the curious thing: I think I have never been able to get the story. It’s like a puzzle where I have every single piece but I just can’t put them together. Bergman’s version is easier to understand than Mozart’s original (or more like Schikaneder’s, for that matter), that is actually nice.
The production, of course, is pretty old, but even then I am disturbed by how empire the dresses look like (why?) and how unnecessarily beautiful all the characters are. Even Papageno is very cute and the Queen of the Night outshines your standard opera singer even when she distorts her face.
All the singers are okay; this sound feels like it comes out of a studio instead of a live performance, and perhaps this is even intended. At any rate, I have a hard time figuring out how good these unusually young looking actors are – as actors, I thought Pamina was pretty bad, Papageno was pretty good and the others are acceptable. The best part of this production is how the mix between film and opera performance is achieved. On the one hand, this movie is a clearly a stage play; on the other hand, I liked the display of the audience very much, and was absolutely thrilled when they showed the actors backstage right before the second act. The dance scenes at the end are also extremely lovely… it totally made me think of Neuenfels, ahaha.
This is definitely not Bergman’s masterpiece (especially when compared with Persona it becomes obvious why) but it seems to be a fairly lovely side project.








