
         
        Jonathan 
          Dove's Flight has made an auspicious landing in 
          Flanders. The new co-production with Glyndebourne Touring Opera had 
          its Belgian premiere at the Vlaamse Opera Antwerp and is to fly on to 
          Ghent. Two roles were taken by singers from the original production, 
          Nuala Willis, who portrays with great dignity the Older Woman 
          waiting hopelessly for her holiday 'fiancé', and Christopher 
          Robson, stepping back at short notice into the role he had created 
          as the Refugee, waiting for his brother who had fallen to his death 
          from the wheel of the plane in which they were both stowaways. The Flemish 
          Opera orchestra under Paul McGrath gave a fully realised account 
          of the score, and the Antwerp audience (which was supplied with the 
          full English text and with bi-lingual French/Flemish surtitles) received 
          Flight with unbounded enthusiasm. 
        
        This compelling modern day parable of messy human lives 
          becoming grounded by emotional turbulence gains immeasurably from being 
          seen a second time and was, if anything, even more powerful in the settings 
          at Vlaamse Opera, its exquisitely ornate 19th C interior a perfect counterpoint 
          to the somewhat tacky functionalist stage picture of an airport departure 
          lounge and control room. The prison analogy of people trapped in uncongenial 
          surroundings is pertinent and potent. The first time, Dove's original 
          score, daringly 'accessible' and deceptively simple, dominated my attention. 
          Second time round it receded into a proper perspective, falling into 
          place and allowing fuller concentration upon the whole dramma per 
          musica, which is far more metaphorical than its seeming realism 
          suggests at first.
        
        The creation and production of Flight was in 
          every way a group achievement, which must have evolved through a long, 
          exciting process of collaboration.  April de Angelis's libretto 
          repays thorough study to grasp its psychological depth. It portrays 
          complex human circumstances, often uncomfortable and sad, enhanced with 
          precise language counterpointed with humour and funny situations.  
          Richard Jones' direction is magisterial in his deployment of a Mozartean 
          ensemble of principals and in his control of their ever-changing relationships. 
        
        
        The detail of Giles Cadle's stage picture and 
          Nicky Gillibrand's costumes are essential in placing the action, 
          watched over from above by the Controller (Mary Hegarty), a character 
          with many resonances, whose aloofness gives way to vulnerability as 
          she comes to relate to the Refugee after the feared Immigration Officer 
          (Brindley Sherrat) has been turned into a benign deus ex machina 
          figure at the end. The Refugee, Christopher Robson in fine voice, his 
          body-language further developed since the 1998 premiere, is rejected 
          as a nuisance until his 'story' has been belatedly disclosed, and only 
          then at last treated as a human being by the passengers, preoccupied 
          with their own problems whilst take-off was delayed by electric storms. 
          The final act is full of surprises and unsuspected depths under its 
          surface brilliance. Mimi Jordan Sherin's creative lighting underscores 
          the story with its breadth of meanings and references, brilliantly illuminating 
          'darkness', hilariously so in the Whitehall-farcical lost trousers scene, 
          which veers to echo Figaro's wrigglings to get out of a scrape in Mozart's 
          Act 2! The more that the lies multiply in desperate efforts to dissimulate, 
          the brighter and harder is the light. 
        
        For what may be the first birthing in opera to take 
          place in full view, messily confused as these things are, the framing 
          and lighting supported the virtuosity of the direction, and of Catherine 
          Malone's choreography, to evoke touchingly a tender Nativity scene 
          at the crucial pivotal moment, a catalyst for change which generates 
          new beginnings and a tenuous resolution of the many personal conflicts 
          being enacted for a group of people who entered as stereotypes and had 
          grown into individuals with whom we could identify. 
        
        There are no minor characters, each has an essential 
          and rewarding part to play and sing, with no let-downs. Brett Polegato 
          and Nerys Jones provide us (and each other) with some light relief as 
          the carefree, sexy steward and stewardess who are 'always smiling as 
          you can see'. John McVeigh and Yvette Bonner portrayed convincingly 
          the young couple's fraught and stressed relationship, studying a sex 
          manual, their spiky tension covered by bubbling exteriors; Robert Poulton 
          and Christine Rice, the older pair whose relationship had reached an 
          impasse, go through separation and reconciliation. In a brilliant coup 
          de theatre all the travellers, including the jilted Older Woman, fly 
          off with new hope, a bitter-sweet resolution and as equivocal an ending 
          as that of Cosi Fan Tutte.
        
        Flight bids fair to becoming an enduring classic 
          of late 20th C opera. Jonathan Dove is a prolific composer 
          who engages himself in British musical life in a way that Benjamin Britten 
          used to. He has made important contributions to community opera in London 
          with The 
          Palace in the Sky and The 
          Hackney Chronicles, and his next major opera for the world's 
          opera stages is keenly awaited. 
        Peter Grahame Woolf