In the first act of The Banality of Love by Ella Milch-Sheriff, a world premiere at Regensburg Opera, the audience is showered with yellow stars in the opening act.
One the opening night, some people walked out.
My own reaction was mild amusement, not much more.
The opera recounts the affair between the brilliant philosopher Martin Heidegger, who became an avid Nazi, and his Jewish student Hannah Arendt.
Why was I not shocked by the yellow stars? Perhaps because the power of such symbols has been neutered by over-familiarity. Perhaps because the opera was gripping enough not to need them. Perhaps because I resented the Israeli director, Itay Tiran, over-simplifying the story with such gestures.
Were the stars inappropriate? I am still in two minds.
More about the opera itself before long.