Critical singing… The Magic Flute, Wilton’s Music Hall

Eleri Gwilym - photographer Bill Knight

Soon, to herald the morning,

The sun will gleam along its golden path,

Soon, superstition will vanish,

And the wise man will soon win the victory… 

Mozart’s opera was first performed in 1791 in the relatively intimate Freihaus-Theater auf der Wieden in suburban Vienna. At this point, over in London, Wilton’s was an alehouse dating from 1743 and it was only in 1839 that a concert room was built behind the pub and it became a saloon theatre, before transitioning into what is now the oldest Music Hall on these shores. I would imagine that an opera as accessible and brilliantly inventive as The Magic Flute would have amused the clientele of any period as much as tonight’s audience who clapped so hard we could barely express our satisfaction.

The source of this wonder is the latest production of the Charles Court Opera who, celebrating their 20^th anniversary year, have refreshed Mozart’s popular comic masterpiece, for modern ears with a few adjustments to Emanuel Schikaneder’s libretto courtesy of a new translation by John Savournin (book) and David Eaton (lyrics), which includes a call to assess the power battle between the Queen of the Night and Sarastro with objectivity and “critical thinking”. Mozart and Schikaneder’s creation thus proves as malleable as Shakespeare or Verdi and its original call for enlightened absolutism is now taking new meaning. Enlightenment and understanding free the hearts of all and love leading the way.

It's a jungle sometimes… and the marvellous restoration-in-process that is Wilton’s was lit all in green with even the pillars supporting the circle covered in theatrical foliage courtesy of Simon Bejer’s inventive design. The wall at the back of the stage was so well crafted that changes in lighting showed the extremes of emotion and climate unfolding before it… the observed reality of the Hall shifted in mood and texture.

Martins Smaukstelis and Alison Langer - photographer Bill Knight

John Savournin’s direction brought new vibrancy and focus and the centuries simply fell away once his troupe had begun to accompany musical director, David Eaton’s piano. I’ve seen a number of operas but all very grand affairs and yet here there was a show fit for any of those venues, exploding from the Wilton’s stage with full-throated force. Of course, this was how this opera would have originally played in Mozart’s local theatre, his Singspiel enabling a performance more connected with the audience as the players mix dialogue, direct to audience – fourth wall smashed – as well as each other and when they sing emotions are heightened in spine-tingling fashion. Honestly you don’t get this connection way back in the stalls of the Lincoln Centre or up in the Gods at the ENO!

Now for the players and a timeless story set in this East End jungle in which the aforementioned Queen of the Night – an incandescent Eleri Gwilym outstanding on her character’s aria – sends intrepid explorer, Tamino (Martins Smaukstelis) off to rescue her daughter Pamina (Alison Langer) from the high priest Sarastro (Peter Lidbetter). The Queen sends her three hench-women to greet Tamino and they act not only as a Greek chorus but also use puppetry as well as their voices and ability at rapid costume changes – in soccer parlance Sarah Prestwidge, Martha Jones and Meriel Cunningham act as a fast-moving midfield press, taking turns at firing shots into the scoring zone.

Completing the cast is Matthew Kellett as Papageno, bravehearted or at least “hearted”, companion to Tamino on his quest and who acts as the audience’s companion in this fantasy adventure. Then there is the dastardly Monostatos, Jon Ashmore, who aims to steal the princess for himself.

Matthew Kellett as Papageno

All were in fine voice and to repeat it is remarkable to hear such classical training in a venue in which you can see the performers’ expressions so clearly and connect in the intimate way of a concert and theatre audience with their musicality and dramatic intent.

The story picks up the dramatic stakes as well as the humour once hero finds heroine and is given a series of tests by Sarastro who turns out to be not quite the monster the Queen has described as she attempts to persuade her daughter to kill him at the first chance. It’s then when the puppetry – the three women with assorted birds of paradise – and the inventive humour also go into overdrive. We couldn’t take our eyes off and our ears were also fully occupied with the critical singing.

IthankyouTheatre rating: **** This was indeed magic theatre, a special venue filled with top quality voices and an uncanny energy that can change moods and perhaps fortunes… the key to salvation is in the music and the hearts of these wonderful performers. Heck, it may well be 2025 outside but right now, we can deal with anything!

Alison Langer and Martins Smaukstelis sang so true and made for an impressive couple whilst Matthew Kellett’s pantomime hardened wit as well as vocal skill provided the charm. Peter Lidbetter brought physical power and presence as the high priest and I was also taken with Meriel Cunningham’s charismatic presence as one of the multi-tasking three. But everyone was on top of their game and this was a truly delightful evening all round in what Time Out tells us is the 5^th most iconic building in London! 

Meriel Cunningham - photographer Bill Knight

The Magic Flute plays at Wilton’s until Saturday 8^th March and I would urge you all to go and see this marvel in the raw: part panto, part concert, and utterly entertaining!

Full details on the Wilton’s website!