The first piece of the evening was a world premiere, Serenade
photo credit: Andrea Mohin (not the cast I saw) |
photo credit: Rosalie O'Connor |
The final piece of the night was the return of The Firebird. I saw this one a couple of times the summer it premiered (2012, I think?) and enjoyed it, though it probably remains my least favorite Ratmansky piece. Oh, wait, no, my least favorite is probably The Tempest. Moving on. I was happy to see a different cast in Firebird this time and I did find much to enjoy, though it may just be a little too frantic for me. Yes, Stravinsky's music gets frantic at the end, so there it makes sense. Anyway, I thought Alexandre Hammoudi did a fine job as Ivan and his boots didn't squeak on that shiny floor nearly as much as I remember from the last time. He was very passionate and resolute in his dancing, and I found his pursuit of the Maiden (beautifully danced by Cassandra Trenary) to be quite touching. My uberfavorite, Roman Zhurbin, danced the evil Kaschei magnificently, as always. He is always so strong and sure, and in this part, he was also quite slinky and evil. Plus, he looked good in the green hair. I was less taken with Isabella Boylston as the Firebird for some reason. I'm not sure, but she always seemed to be a tad behind the music or something. But I'm sure she will grow into the part. She WAS lovely in her first tentative pas de deux with Ivan. I again found the pas de quatre to be my favorite part and I again loved the reveal of the cursed souls now saved. I did have a quibble with all of the maidens turning into bleached blonds, but all that white did make a lovely contrast to the black shiny floor and all the red firebirds. So, there's that. I'm happy I saw The Firebird again, but maybe I won't be searching it out again in the near future.
Seat-neighbor-wise, I'm starting to recognize some of the people in the balcony and I even think I can guess some of their handles on ballet chat boards! Which is strange, but there you have it. I was in a row of odd ducks, not the least of whom was the gal who sat on the aisle and refused to let people pass her, because she didn't want anyone to step on her bare feet. BARE FEET. Oh, hell no. There was also the guy in front of me who looked exactly like Laurence Olivier in Marathon Man - my teeth began to ache just seeing him. But the happiest seat neighbor experience was when I arrived: I was getting ready to sit down and I heard my name called. I looked up and saw an old friend with whom I hadn't chatted in a long time! It was so nice to catch up with him! He is one of the nicest people on the planet, so knowing he was behind me and I would get to chat with him during intermissions put a smile on my face the whole night. A smile on top of my ballet smile. Though, two things: I forgot to take out my camera to get photos of curtain calls, and the chandelier didn't raise again. I was going to ask an usher about it, but forgot. I'll ask next time, but then my smile might turn upside down if I hear it will never raise again...
Having a double dose of ballet in one day has quite spoiled me for everyday life! To badly quote Jane Austen. Looking forward to what the next magical experience will be...
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