Joh. Strauß II, Wiener Blut
Disappointing performance of Wiener Blut, the posthumous work of Johann Strauß II, at the Volksoper.
The director chose to update the plot from its original 1815 setting, moving it to an unclear time period somewhere possibly in the mid-20th century. To make this work required equivalent changes to the dialogue, although this proved to be equally confused in terms of time, including references to Obama and current events. The staging was neither offensive nor modern, just non-descript. In total, the entire production lacked any sort of charm whatsoever. Although this particular work, put together by others after the composer’s death (Strauß had long before signed a contract to provide his next operetta for a theater, but since he never wrote another one, the theater had the right to complete one itself), could lend itself to anachronism, it cannot work without charm, and Viennese charm in particular. The director, Thomas Enzinger, is Viennese by birth, but seems not to have received any Viennese charm in his blood.
Perhaps the only truly Viennese interludes came in the required monologues and dialogues in Viennese dialect of Kagler, and the resulting confusion from the Germans who can only speak in formal written German. These got the audience rolling in laughter. However, the dialect was mostly wrong. The correct dialect would be the 19th-century Viennese dialect, which remained as the primary dialect until 1938. Then again, we should probably not forget what sequence of events caused the old Viennese dialect to disappear. In this case, the peculiar director injected a Hebrew word (carried into old Viennese German, but certainly not into Schriftdeutsch) into the dialogue spoken by Prince Ypsheim-Gindelbach (since when do German princes call people “meschugge?”).
Possibly because of the dull staging, the cast never got into the performance. All of them sung their roles perfectly adequately, but without any special lilt. They went through the motions on the stage, hit all the notes, and moved along presumably to their dinners and subsequent engagements. The orchestra started the evening poorly and off-pitch. Although it fixed itself, this music more than any should flow through the Volksoper orchestra’s veins. It did not. Conductor Michael Tomaschek also provided no particular inspiration.