Tubas and timpani thunder in The Rhinegold as the giants Fasolt and Fafner, having built Valhalla, arrive to claim their fee: Freia, goddess of beauty and youth. It doesn’t go well. Suddenly Fasolt drops his defences and declares his yearning (the translation is John Deathridge’s) for ‘a woman who’d lovingly and softly live with us lowly mortals’.
Richard Bratby
Crapcore: ENO’s The Rhinegold reviewed
Cartoonish characterisation and crappy visuals from Richard Jones but the cast was excellent and the finale was a moment of wonder

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