Word: mmerung
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Eight years after the Götterdämmerung of 1945, the Western half of Germany is rapidly becoming the most powerful nation in Europe. U.S. aid got the wheels of industry turning; German hard work turned revival into boom. Last week Chancellor Adenauer, touring his busy nation, watched farmers getting in what looked like the biggest harvest since World War II. Franconia's hop fields promised all the beer Germans could drink; the sunny Moselle Valley flowed with good white wine. So fatly prosperous was the countryside that one small town ordered all its councilmen's chairs...
...dark I can't even see if he has a beard." (He had.) Shock followed shock. Wieland stripped his stages bare, cut down on all warlike gear save for a few essential spears. Siegfried's funeral pyre was left to the imagination. In Götterdämmerung, nobody got to see Valhalla burn: there was only a red glow in the sky, no sign of a cloud-borne castle...
Metropolitan Opera (Sat. 1:30 p.m., ABC). Götterdämmerung, with Helen Traubel...
Bumps & Grinds. There were a few jarring notes. As the operetta's dupe, Eisenstein, Wagnerian Tenor Set Svanholm occasionally staggered like a fugitive from Götterdämmerung. Red-haired Soprano Ljuba (Salome) Welitch sometimes overacted her Rosalinda. Antony Tudor's ballroom ballet was a sour grape. But the singing and acting of the Met's 25-year-old Coloratura Patrice Munsel (as Adele) made up for all of that. Slim, pretty Patrice twice stopped the whole show cold. Her first show-stopping smash, delivered (with the help of new lyrics by Howard Dietz) with...
...stage, the beefy Wagnerian gods of Gotterdämmerung snorted and bellowed in their Valhalla. In the wings, a huge Siegfried, mounted on a ladder, sagged his 230 Ibs. down onto waiting shoulders to be borne on stage. "I'm getting too fat for this," grumbled hefty Heldentenor Lauritz Melchior. A warrior-god charged into musty corners, looking for his sword; bored spear carriers fumbled through a prop basket full of hunting horns. Behind the backdrop a ragged army of stagehands lounged on the rocks of the Rhine (out of use for the moment), gulping coffee from paper cartons...