[Tuesday mood: sitting regally on the couch with a bottle of red wine and a bag of chips (do watch that trailer), blasting the self-important colleague hogging the faculty meeting right off the conference table. – Vincent Wolfsteiner (Siegfried) and Rachael Tovey (Brünnhilde) in Wanger’s “Siegfried”, Nuremberg 2015]
This is a week I can only manage in Tovey reaction shots, so bare with my Wagner here. The current Nuremberg “Ring” – running for a final time this month with much of the same cast – as staged Georg Schmiedleitner is fun, but it is also the most unabashed rip-off of the Stuttgart “Ring” (and some other Ring suspects) possible, down to Siegfried’s t-shirt and the apartment digs for Siegfried Act III.
The Nuremberg Brünnhilde is Rachel Tovey, a magnificent singer-actress who gets far too little recognition. I was lucky to catch her early in her career as Contessa and as Amelia (Ballo in maschera) – great vocal scope, already back then, and her acting was impeccable. I remember her Contessa in particular being comedy gold and for her alone, I wish I could have seen this “Ring” in person (if it returns, I will have to look for conferences nearby)
And if you need a pick-me-up today, watch that video trailer to the end, to Brünnhildes first taste of chips, to then hug the bag and settle down on to the couch for a ratty TV dinner. Which is exactly, with an iced beer on top, what I want to be doing after surviving this meeting.