Louisa Proske’s dark, unsparing production at the Glimmerglass Festival this summer convinced me that it does, her radical staging offering a fresh perspective on the fragility of freedom in our own time.
Proske, a young German director, had already caught my eye with a revelatory staging of Handel’s Rinaldo two years ago. Her take on that baroque plot reimagined the tale as the fantasy of a young boy (the stellar Anthony Roth Costanzo) confined to a hospital bed. It became a deeply moving story about imagination’s power to transform the tragedy of a premature death.
Her Rinaldo was uplifting, her Tosca anything but. Where her Handel staging suggested how the power of imagination could redeem tragedy, her Tosca takes an already bleak story and makes it still more devastating. Tosca is also a story about imagination—think of the lovers singing ecstatically about their life together after what they think will be a mock execution—but we can’t help but feel the senselessness of their deaths by the end of this production.




