Il flauto magico

This is, if I counted correctly, the twelfth version of the Magic Flute to appear on film; this opera is now in the same category of classic as Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet. I enjoyed it; it's just not a great version of Mozart's most beautiful opera. Having to follow Bergman's classic version of 1975 when he doesn't have Bergman's genius must have been a little nightmarish for Branagh. The First World War setting does nothing for our understanding of the opera's meaning: Sarastro is turned into a kind of apostle of peace amid the chaos and destruction of war, sort of a New Age Jesus. The Masonic symbolism is missing, Monostatos's part becomes pointless, there is very little theatricality in the production (strange when you think of Branagh's Shakespeare films, especially Hamlet).

The singers are almost all young and fresh. Benjamin Jay Davis impressed me as Papageno, Silvia Moi was pert as Papagena, and Lyubov Petrova was really hard-edged and fierce looking as the Queen of the Night. The Chamber Orchestra of Europe under James Conlon provided much of my pleasure.