November 6, 2009
Wozzeck:
In Casablanca, Rick says life’s problems don’t amount to a whole hill of beans. But in this enthralling Welsh National Opera production of Wozzeck, that’s exactly what they do amount to. Wozzeck is a drone in a militaristically-managed bean-tinning factory – an idiot savant who has apocalyptic visions and a cheating partner, Marie. He is dismissed and mocked by his boss, and subject to peculiar medical experiments by the company doctor. Wozzeck’s overalls carry more than a suggestion of those worn by slave labourers in world war two Germany. In this production, directed by Richard Jones, we are given a sense of the state or a corporations’s hold over an individual, how that individual is manipulated, either to work or indulge in state-sanctioned entertainment. In Wozzeck’s case, a clearly disturbed and intensely sensitive man, this oppression, and Marie’s infidelity, lead to madness and murder.
The set has an Eastern bloc feel: great oppressive slabs of what look like concrete or wood lower over the subsequently small playing area; ever-growing towers of shiny tins of beans gleam over the actors, ironic counterpoints to the dark tale unfolding. The performances and staging are generally very expressionistic; poses are struck, simple physical activities are repeated ritualistically. Wozzeck’s boss capers like a monkey; the drum-major swaggers, groin to the fore, in his golfing slacks.
Within this ritualised, inhuman world Jones allows for moments of real tenderness and affection to come: Marie’s love for her child is simple and affecting and Wozzeck’s discovery of her unfaithfulness is actually downplayed beautifully by Alexander Ashworth (here filling in for the lead, Christopher Purves) as if it is simply one more crushing burden to add to those already on his shoulders. Wioletta Chodowicz is superb as Marie, at turns coy, petulant and terrified by what she has become. She is a visionary of sorts, like Wozzeck, but her visions are of jewels and riches and fantastically romantic soldiers, then latterly her own perceived role as Mary Magdalene.
The tale is compelling and snappily told: I liked that little plot details occur as the curtain is coming down between scenes. The adaptation from the Buchners original is smart and for the most part effective. I enjoyed the concept behind Wozzeck’s demise: having consumed tins and tins of beans for the doctor’s experiments, he eventually is himself consumed in a great skip of empty cans. I did however feel that the ending was a bit trite.
The music is famously challenging of course, however not so discordant and baffling as one might be led to believe. It serves to communicate the drama of the piece, like any good score. Berg’s sympathetic rendition of these two victims, Marie and Wozzeck, ensures there is beauty here as well as savagery.