Richard Bratby

WNO sinks an unsinkable opera: The Magic Flute, at Birmingham Hippodrome, reviewed

Restless, leaden, inept and flabby: Daisy Evans's production makes you appreciate the genius of Mozart and Schikaneder

Pity the luckless Pamina (April Koyejo-Audiger) as she’s forced into a succession of progressively more hideous outfits. Photo: Craig Fuller 
issue 13 May 2023

As stage directions go, the The Magic Flute opens with a zinger. ‘Tamino enters from the right wearing a splendid Japanese hunting costume.’ That’s right, a Japanese hunting costume. What does that even look like? More to the point, what would a Viennese theatrical costume designer in 1791 have thought it looked like? Surviving evidence suggests that the answer was ‘nothing on Earth’, which is handy because it gives subsequent interpreters a huge amount of licence.

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