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![]() 17th March 2004 London, Covent Garden by Bruce Marriott |
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Each year there are but a handful of really great performances. Other nights may well be enjoyable and uplift the spirts but very special nights lodge long term in the memory and that's exactly what Jonathan Cope and Tamara Rojo did for me in their opening Mayerling performance of the run. And for goodness' sake Mayerling isn't even my favourite piece of MacMillan! A bit of my ballet world has moved I suppose. In the early 1990's it was not unusual for reviewers to imply that Jonathan Cope was rather wooden. I always thought it was unfair but he was certainly reserved. Ultimately he gave up dancing for 2 years but thank goodness he came back and now, towards the end of his career, he's firing on all cylinders to everybody's delight. And here he was in Mayerling - the ultimate challenge for a male dancer, centre-stage throughout, playing the schizophrenic prince trapped in a decadent, twisted court full of intrigue, and his inevitable suicide with his lover, Mary Vetsera, danced by Tamara Rojo. It's a piece to stretch the senior ranks in a company, with lots of more minor roles for soloists, although the corps doesn't really get so much of a look in.
Cope's Crown Prince Rudolf is anything but noble: a scary portrayal that gets scarier when Rojo arrives half way through the ballet. A woman determined to get her man and the only woman in a sea of them who understands the ticking time bomb he is. Ultimately she dies with him - both mercifully released. The pdd between them are amongst MacMillan's finest - riskier than many with huge throws, twists and unusual jumps. It all totters on a terrifying knife edge emotionally and technically; they take huge risks as Rojo, particularly, becomes totally consumed.
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