A rich, 'traditional' staging of Wagner's Buhnenweifestspiel using only the finest interpreters available, as is the Metropolitan Opera House's wont. I can never shake the feeling though that the latter day Wagner icons of Siegfried Jerusalem and Waltraud Meier are simply going through motions, doing their contracted performance. Jerusalem likes to lark about a bit and Meier substitutes her coiled sexuality for a cooler imperiousness. There's also a theatrical coup which only works because you're not expecting it first time round; on repeated viewings it tends to lose some of it's magic.
The whole experience isn't helped by a foursquare reading from the pit. Maybe that's a 'traditional' thing too. 4/10
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