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The Magic FluteThis is Opera Holland Park at its most resourceful. Penelope Randall-Davis is
well-practised in her two show-stopping arias, Fflur Wyn, as Pamina, exuded
sincerity and Jonathan Gunthorpe as Papagano, slipped effortlessly into the
informality of the role and I liked his rough-and-ready matter-of-factness. The opening moments of Simon Callow's new production of The Magic Flute
promise something remarkable and thrilling. Andrew Staples (as Tamino) and Tim
Mirfin (as Sarastro) are terrific, and Fflur Wyn is an exquisite Pamina. Jane Glover conducts a performance that is light on its feet, and unusually at Holland Park, the opera is sung in English, the singers making the most of the opportunity to communicate directly. Jonathan Gunthorpe's performance as Papageno has such flair…he's Tommy Cooper one minute, Eric Morecambe the next, but he also sings with genuine charm. Andrew Staples's voice has a wonderfully flexible lightness that makes you warm to the character. Fflur Wyn sings with appealing clarity, while Penelope Randall-Davis gets both venom and pinpoint accuracy into the character of the Queen of the Night. Designed by Royal Academician Tom Phillips, the sets are economical but
striking, they evoke the snakesandladders traps that Tamino negotiates on his
journey of selfdiscovery, while the costumes offer a witty melange of styles and
eras to make the action as timeless as it needs to be. There's much to enjoy in Callow's knock-about production. Teeming with ideas,
brimming with colour and underpinned by Glover's instinctive reading of the
score, it is refreshingly unpretentious and unburdened by the weight of Mozart's
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