The palm of honour nevertheless goes to Peter Bording, who as Papageno carries this production. Even more than his puppet colleagues on the screen, he provides much-needed perspective. His nuanced play and psychological inventiveness make many seemingly old-fashioned texts suddenly palpable, sober even, a model of independent thinking. And it was a close call, or this Papageno would have unmasked the ambitious Tamino as an unimaginative streber and the lofty sermons of Sarastro as an elitist rhetoric. (translated from the Dutch original)
The number of excellent Dutch singers is striking [...]. Peter Bording with shaved armpits and kinky hip pants is not an innocent fool but a mundane representative of earthly pleasures; this bird catcher does not commit himself to a country wine, but to a ripe Pomerol. (translated from the Dutch original)