STELLA - Das blonde Gespenst vom Kurfürstendamm
Singspiel. Neuköllner Oper 2016 - Text: Peter Lund - Musik: Wolfgang Böhmer - Regie: Martin G. Berger - Bühne: Sarah Karl
Verlag Felix-Bloch-Erben
STELLA zum Reinhören:
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Das Stück befasst sich mit der historischen Person der Stella Goldschlag, die als Jüdin zunächst illegal in Berlin vor den Nazis untertauchte und dann - gezwungenermaßen - illegal lebende Juden und Jüdinnen an die Gestapo auslieferte. Sie wurde sowohl von einem DDR-Gericht wie von einem der BRD dafür zu Gefängnis verurteilt, sah sich selbst aber als "Opfer des Faschismus" an und beantragte in der BRD eine dementsprechende Entschädigung. Das Sück stellt noch einmal sorgfältig und in kontrovers die Frage nach Täter und Opfer, Schuld und Sühne.
Das Stück erhielt 2016 den Deutschen Musicalpreis in sechs von neun Kategorien: Bestes Musical, Bestes Buch, Beste Komposition, Beste Gesangstexte, Bestes Bühnenbild, Beste Hauptdarstellerin.
Hier zwei youtube-links des Mitschnitts aus der Neuköllner Oper:
Teil 1: https://youtu.be/DhG3qCDDMO4
Teil 2: https://youtu.be/0g34Vt8pttM
Und mein persönlicher Lieblingssong: "Wohin?" mit der Hauptdarstellerin Frederike Haas: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OobPx_RgBS8
Hier eine sehr schöne und engagierte Kritik:
“Stella: Ein deutsches Singspiel” By Wolfgang Böhmer And
Peter Lund“
Kevin Clarke
Operetta Research Center
29 June, 2015
It seems there is a new and inspiring wave of “history musicals,” with Hamilton on
Broadway leading the way: a show about the life of American Founding Father Alexander
Hamilton, with hip hop music, lyrics and book by Lin-Manuel Miranda. It turned out to be
the greatest box office draw of the current Broadway season, because of its inspired novel
way of story-telling, and its cheeky way of dealing with “national history.” The new show
by composer Wolfgang Böhmer and author Peter Lund, Stella: Das blonde Gespenst vom
Kurfürstendamm, labeled “Ein deutsches Singspiel,“ also deals with national history, in this
case the history of the Federal Republic of Germany in the 1950s and 60s.
Stella asks the question: how did post-war society deal with Nazi crimes against Jews, and
which crimes did the Jews themselves commit during Nazi times? Obviously, this is a
complex topic with no easy answers, and the story of Stella Goldschlag demonstrates the
complexity perfectly. She was a Jewish girl from Berlin, born in 1922, she dreamt of
moving to the USA and of becoming a Hollywood star, but her family didn’t get a visa. So
they stayed in Germany after 1933, and Stella began working for the Gestapo in the 1940s as
a so called “Greifer,” someone who helped finding other Jews for deportation: 300 people,
to be exact. Stella did it to save her own life, and that of her parents who were imprisoned by
the Nazis. In the end, though, she couldn’t stop them from being deported and killed in
Theresienstadt. She herself survived, as did her daughter Yvonne; possibly a child whose
father was SS officer Walter Dobberke.
In 1946, Stella handed in a claim under a false name to be recognized (and financially
compensated) as a “victim of fascism,” a claim that ended up in the hands of the Jüdische
Gemeinde who remembered her actions and the many people who were deported because of
Stella.
They put her in front of a judge, and she was sentenced to 10 years of prison in Russia
(1947-1957). Upon returning to Germany, Stella was not allowed to see her daughter, who
the Jewish Community had placed with a new family. Stella was infuriated by this, married
an ex-Nazi, converted to Catholicism and become an outspoken anti-Semite. Many more
court cases followed, in all of them Stella claimed that the accusations against her were a lie.
She lived until 1994, when she committed suicide at age 72: a late sign of guilt which she
had not shown (publicly) before?
It is an emotionally charged story with many gripping moments, and posing various
profound questions that are being discussed in Germany – also in the entertainment industry
– at the moment. Peter Lund tells the story on two time levels, jumping back and forth
between a chronological narrative of events, and moments in which Stella looks back at
what happened, before dying. The dramaturgy is contrasting, focusing on the key scenes of
the story: Stella’s dialogues with her father (who cannot believe his daughter collaborated
with the Nazis), with her four husbands, with the Nazi officers (who blackmail her into
working for them by threatening to kill her parents), with the judges, with her daughter (who
refuses to see her as her mother because of the evil things Stella did), and with herself.
Isabella Köpke as Yvonne in “Stella.” (Photo: Robert M)
In contrast to the Hamilton Broadway model, composer Wolfgang Böhmer has not opted for
a radical musical update, instead he has chosen music that is mostly reminiscent of Kurt
Weill, with a few “modern music” sequences thrown in, possibly to demonstrate that this
whole enterprise is intended to be serious. It’s actually the overture (or prelude) that starts
like any German arts council funded “Uraufführung,” with off-putting atonal chamber music
that made me want to get up and leave right away. But Böhmer soon comes round and
delves into a more accessible sound world, familiar to anyone who knows his previous work
with Peter Lund (Leben ohne Chris et al.)
There are some effective musical numbers – spooky waltzes, snappy ensembles à la
Sondheim’s Follies or Company, a slight hint of “degenerate” 1920s jazz, Volkslieder,
synagoge chant – that are effectively sung by a superb cast. Frederike Haas as Stella-with-ablonde-
wig has an impressive voice that made me think of the young Ute Lemper; though
Haas is a very different type of stage personality than Lemper. (She was seen, years ago, at
the Neuköllner Oper in the dazzling production of Messeschlager Gisela.) Haas is also a
convincing actress, portraying the “monster” Stella in such a way that one is never sure
whether to despise her, or feel sympathy for her. Only Stella’s final song, in which she
declares to be our “eternal Jewess” (“Ich bin eure ewige Jüdin, euer einziger deutscher
Star”) came across a little too out-of-the-blue and too over-simplified: not Haas’s rendition
of the number, but the song itself.
The men were equally impressive, especially Jörn-Felix Alt as Stellas ice-cold collaborator
husband Rolf Isaaksohn. Mr. Alt has the rare ability to use his dazzling good looks to
present a totally emotionless façade, while making it evident that it’s only a façade behind
which absolute selfishness and cynicism hide. His duets with Miss Haas were chilling, as
was the duet between Stella and her daughter Yvonne (Isabella Köpke) and the final
encounter with her father, who she gets to accompany to the train taking him to
Theresienstadt – a special favor of her Nazi “lover” so Stella could say good-bye.
Given the brilliance of the cast (Victor Petijean as Walter Dobberke, Markus Schöttl as
Adolf Eichmann, David Schroeder as Stella’s father, Samuel Schirmann as Samson
Schönhaus), given the great playing of the small band under the direction of Tobias
Bartholmeß, and given the grandeur of such a story, I wished the music could have been
more “special” – whatever that might mean.
Instead, it is a well-made score, absolutely serviceable, but rarely inspired in the way that
“Hamilton” lifted its history lesson to a new level.
Which leaves the staging as the last point of interest. It was done by Martin G. Berger and
played in a glass pavilion designed by architect Sarah-Katharina Karl. This pavilion was
placed in the middle of the auditorium, so that the audience sits on either side of it. The
upper part of the pavilion offered white walls on which black-and-white films were
projected: live video images of the singers, clips from Marika Rökk dance sequences or
other historic material. The rights for these must have cost the Neuköllner Oper a small
fortune (video: Roman Rehor).
I found the glass house idea interesting, because it reminded the viewer: he/she who lives in
a glass house should not throw stones! But other than that? It was not a particular
convincing, or attractive, set for this story. What the director totally ignored was the fact that
there are different time levels. In Berger’s staging there was no differentiation, of any kind,
between the chronologically ordered scenes and the flash-back moments. If you didn’t read
the synopsis in the program booklet beforehand, you probably ended up very confused by
this staging.
Perhaps this is typical of young directors in Germany, working in subsidized theater (this
production was made possible with money from the Berlin mayor’s office/Staatskanzlei
Kulturelle Angelegenheiten, and other cultural institutions): they are so busy with video play,
deconstruction, architecture, film projections etc., that they forget the all important art of
story-telling.
It would be interesting to see “Stella” in a staging by Peter Lund, himself a fabulous stage
director, just to see how he would handle the layers of the story.
Stella is a show that can touch an audience deeply. If this were Broadway, you could count
the Neuköllner Oper production as a sort of try-out, after which the creative team would
ideally polish up their work. With a cast like this, it’s definitely worth seeing Stella again,
perhaps with a new, more in-depth finale and a different overture more in-sync with the rest
of the score. And I would definitely like to see Stella in a more coherent – less self-absorbed
– staging. Maybe then it would come across as a truly great and radical work. The story of
Stella Goldschlag deserves such a radical treatment. And the story of Stella Goldschlag
should reach a young audience that learns about the deeply twisted post-war history for the
first time. And no, it doesn’t necessarily have to be hip hop!
The photos in this article are by Robert M, from Berlin.