There Will Be Blood: ‘Elektra’ Unfolds Like a Horror Movie at SF Opera

It’s a horror-filled time in the nation’s movie theaters. Rather than the typical summertime superhero fare, it’s Obsession and Backrooms, horror films made by young directors who came from TikTok and YouTube, which are raking in audiences and topping box-office charts.
Then there’s Elektra, a 117-year old opera currently running the War Memorial Opera House in San Francisco, a Richard Strauss bloodfest of beheading, stabbing, bathtub murder and night terrors. Here’s the plot twist: at 1 hour and 44 minutes, it’s even shorter than Obsession or Backrooms.

As staged by Keith Warner and last seen at San Francisco Opera in its 2017 U.S. premiere, this Elektra is set inside a 21st century museum, its revenge drama unfolding overnight through the eyes of a stowaway visitor after closing time. In addition to a wonderful set with video tableaus and rooms that slide in and out of the museum’s walls, aided by stellar lighting, this voyeuristic framework lends the staging a Rear Window quality that’s engrossing and fun.
It’s also a little bit convoluted. As the museum visitor, and simultaneously Elektra, Elena Pankratova doesn’t display the acting skills to really sell the gambit. I found myself discarding the premise of the museum exhibit coming to life, and focusing instead on the sheer endurance of her marathon singing performance (one in which she’s onstage for nearly the entire show, which at times showed in her voice).

Without having to deplete her lungs over and over like Pankratova, Elza van den Heever brings projection and rounded tone to the role of Chrysothemis as Elektra’s sister. Unlike her siblings, she does not seek revenge upon her mother Klytemnestra, played by Michaela Schuster, for having an affair with Aegisth and killing her father Agamemnon.
But the two women nonetheless convey a necessary suspense onstage. Meanwhile, Kyle Ketelsen as the avenging Orest is resolutely delightful, and William Burden as Aegisth is appropriately bumbling.

The real star of the show, however, is below the stage.
Elektra brings with it the largest orchestra the Opera House has ever seen: 95 musicians, fueled by Eun Sun Kim’s baton and charging through Richard Strauss’ score like a locomotive. At the moment when Elektra recognizes her brother Orest, it’s as if the orchestra’s train crashes through an entire city block — Notes! Notes! Notes everywhere! — bleating a full-volume, clustered chord. It is one full minute of dynamite slowly morphing into a feather, as powerful as it is wondrous, while Kim very gradually applies the brakes.

The despair in this staging never decelerates, however. Elektra unfolds in a milieu where happiness is a burden, and the Gods determine that anyone having too much fun must die. If that sounds like the setting of a horror movie, then bring on the dread and unease.
One last thing: you’ll never look at a kitchen sink in the same way again.
‘Elektra’ runs through June 27 at the War Memorial Opera House in San Francisco. Tickets and more information here.

