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.