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![]() February 2002 London, The Royal Ballet by Ann Williams |
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Last night's 'Bayadere' was my first ever venture to a Royal Ballet first night; I prefer to avoid first-night tensions and usually wait until a production has settled down before seeing it, but 'Bayadere. clicked along smoothly enough last night; nothing bad happened, and a couple of rather good things happened. Natalia Makarova's production (based on her experience of the work with the Kirov) has been serving the RB now since the early 90s as far as I am aware, and is the only one I am familiar with. It is rich with archaic mime gesture - what on earth are they all on about, pointing upwards, downwards, clapping their hands together etc? Frankly, I have never been able to work out what all that carry-on in the Rajah's drawing-room is about - the picture of Solor on the easel, the confrontation between the Rajah and the High Brahmin, the significance of the veil etc. But never mind, Makarova's production is crammed with gorgeous dancing, and the RB last night did well with it. Tamara Rojo was Nikiya, Carlos Acosta was Solor and Marinela Nunez was Gamazatti, and it is difficult to imagine a better casting. Rojo's Nikiya lacked some necessary vulnerability and pathos in the role, but more than made up for this with her extraordinary technical control (did I dream than she turned slowly on point in unsuppported arabesque? Probably, but she held some of her balances so long that I can be forgiven this lapse). Acosta was a gracious partner to both Rojo and Nunez, with a pleasing warmth and wit to his performance. His dancing was clean and explosively powerful, as witnessed by the whistling and shouting reaction of the audience. (I do wonder, though, if any male dancer has merely to conclude a series of flying turns with a deep back-bend on his knees to elicit a similar reaction from the audience).
The Shades scene went pretty well. There was a slight ragedness in the corps at times, but they pulled together in the end. Only the Kirov can pull off a perfect 'Shades' scene I reckon (and the POB aren't bad either) but this was an excellent RB showing, especially for a first night Justin Meissner as the Head Fakir put in a note-worthy high-jumping performance, and Ivan Putrov as the Bronze Idol fulfilled all the technical demands of the role without, somehow, stunning us, as the cheeky Kumakawa did some years ago - it's almost a contradiction in terms, but his Bronze Idol was unshowy. Incidentally, I pulled out an RB programme 'Bayadere' dating back to December 1990, and what a cast that was! Asylmuratova as Nikiya, Guillem as Gamzatti and Mukhamedov as Solor! David Drew was the Rajah then as he was last night, and most surprisingly one of the d'jampe dancers then was Vanessa Palmer and she was one of the d'jampe dancers again last night (she probably won't thank me for pointing this out...)
As I got back to my seat for the final act, I discovered that the blonde woman sitting next to me was none other than Marianela Nunez's mum, who had flown from Argentina especially for the occasion. She didn't speak any English, but there was no disguising her pride and excitement. I learned that Marianela was one of four children, that she had been dancing since she was three years old and there was no history of dancing at all in the family. On last night's showing, the lady must have thought her long journey well worth the effort.
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