Tosca. Fab­ulous lip­stick

When I invited my friend Keith to Tosca and he told me he’d seen it before, I asked for no spoil­ers. He sent me a text say­ing “Psh. It’s an opera. There is singing. People die. From a fem­in­ist view it is prob­lem­at­ic. That’s about all there is to it”. His text was true, but also at the same time kind of not true. That’s not all there is to Tosca – at least not the cur­rent NZ Oper­a’s pro­duc­tion of it. It’s a bloody great show.

For starters, Tosca the char­ac­ter prob­ably has the most agency out of any woman in any opera I’ve seen (which admit­tedly I can count on both hands). Per­haps some of this is due to the sta­ging – this pro­duc­tion is set in the Itali­an 1950s, rather than the 1800. Flor­ia Tosca as played by Orla Boylan wears the most fab­ulous New Look Dior ver­sion of a Car­men San Diego coat ever (and then a dress in which I could­n’t help but see a #red­peak  agenda), mark­ing her as a cer­ti­fied badass.

The sets are not as elab­or­ate and magic­al as they were for La Cener­entolabut they make fant­ast­ic use of the height of the St James Theatre. Philip Rhodes as the bad­die Scarpia is a par­tic­u­lar standout with swag­ger and sex appeal galore. In fact, this is one of the things I love the most about opera – des­pite the high drama of it all, the fact that the act­ors are gen­er­ally older and have more heft than movie stars makes the rela­tion­ships more believ­able (people who look some­what like me albeit with more fab­ulous clothes actu­ally fall in love? Woah!).

I don’t think Tosca would be the best gate­way opera for someone who’d nev­er been before, but I do think it’s a glor­i­ous pro­duc­tion that makes me want to see more and more. It’s on for the rest of the week in Wel­ling­ton – get to it.