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The Sleeping Beauty, Bolshoi Ballet, Royal Opera House
The Sleeping Beauty, Bolshoi Ballet, Royal Opera House
Eyewatering luxury on stage rather overwhelms the dancing impression
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The Bolshoi Theatre reopened in late autumn 2011 after a problematic six-year refurbishment said to have cost a tidy billion dollars, many times its original estimate thanks to corruption - it needed a corker of a ballet premiere to pop the eyes of a cynical Russian public, and it set upon a new staging of The Sleeping Beauty.
What do we see? Gold, gleaming gold, eye-blistering baroque gold, twirling round ivory barley-sugar twist columns that each, I’m told, required its own shipping container from Russia, all designed by the master of lavish majesty, Ezio Frigerio, who brought more restrained fabulousness to Rudolf Nureyev’s productions for Paris Opera Ballet and English National Ballet, and who designed Nureyev’s grave in Paris. Evidently tens of millions of rubles have been spent on this production, and it doesn't intend to hide it.
This production may be as significant for what it symbolises as the original 1890 one, both being displays of power and wealth. The first Sleeping Beauty was a piece of political art, flattering the Tsar Alexander III by implicitly comparing him to the legendary Sun King, Louis XIV of France, whose court was evoked in the first (St Petersburg) production. I wonder if there has been a more political production since than this Bolshoi one, created to offer a disillusioned nation escapist theatrical luxury even in the straitened Putinist Russia of the 21st century, perhaps to translate homage to historic royal symbolism into a tribute to the great Bolshoi Theatre and Russian supremacy, and to once again show art’s gratitude to the super-wealthy patrons who like visible evidence of their influence. Why wouldn't it? Covent Garden's patrons like recognition too.
Yuri Grigorovich's latest version of The Sleeping Beauty (his fifth) follows the Soviet traditions that discreetly downgraded monarchical and religious nuances in the dance formations in order to raise up the sheer prettiness and femininity of classical dancing, and is kind to the audience by being sliced into two long acts, which makes it feel shorter and tauter than the usual three-act deployment.
Frigerio’s sets dominate my vision, the soaring white barley-sugar marble pillars wrapped in gilded ribbons, the glittering gold balustrades and finials, the eye-wateringly ostentatious gold fountain in front of an Italian rotunda, the huge wrought black and gold gateway. There's no place here for brambles and briars, cobwebs and dust. The floor is marbled, and there are masted ships in the background unloading, no doubt, yet more gold and diamonds from Russia’s vast deposits. Frigerio has transposed the flattery from 1890 to 2011, the target implicitly changed from Tsar to President. (Pictured above right, the set.)
Conductor and orchestra whistled like an express train across the ecology of fairytales that patterns this mysterious, wonderful ballet
Franca Squarciapino’s costumes, in her trademark grand plumed hats and rich taffetas, add fashionable rustle to the swaying willow-bodies of the Russian dancers, but Vinicio Cheli's ungenerous lighting regrettably flattens the dancers into moving distractions in front of the dominant scenery, and the choreography (as with Maria Bjørnson’s famously assertive and costly set for the Royal Ballet in 1994) is rather lost amid the luxury landmarks.
But what of the contents of this unimaginably rich envelope? Last night’s opening performance of the Bolshoi’s short presentation of their biggest ballet to London suffered from another dismal musical experience provided by Pavel Sorokin and the Bolshoi orchestra. They played Tchaikovsky's great score as if so familiar with it that they need pay no attention, whistling like an express train across the ecology of fairytales that patterns this mysterious, wonderful ballet.
Sorokin’s prominence in world ballet companies astonishes me, given how little sensitivity he shows to orchestral timbre and tempi. His leading violinist played Aurora’s solos with the finesse of a pub fiddler, and brass grunted without delicacy. With more love from the musicians every fairy could offer her own separate story and symbolism, and the choreographic changes need not spell a total loss of mystical otherworldliness.
Ekaterina Krysanova’s Aurora was much better than her forced Gamzatti in La Bayadère the other night; a petite, precise, fresh young princess, she comes from the less noticed part of Bolshoi cultivation, the demure geranium beds, rather than the crimson peony borders where Plisetskayas and Osipovas grow. True, the peonies make more of the wedding act, which requires Big Personality, and Krysanova’s articulate, gentle dancing did not expand to fill that vast regal demand that caps this momentous ballet.
Watch her entrance as Princess Aurora on this amateur video of this Bolshoi staging
But she wasn’t given much help by Artem Ovcharenko as her Prince, an admirable male stylist without much individual resonance. The character of the Prince sets real identity problems for a dancer choosing his style, whether in the Mariinsky’s magnificent, much-mourned reconstruction of the original, in which he largely sashayed about regally in a grand hat, or in this Grigorovich Beauty, which gives the Prince a post-Soviet Botoxing with an inappropriately flashy solo of introduction. Ovcharenko’s body flies like a big strong albatross through the jetés, but his soul doesn’t go with it.
Ekaterina Shipulina was a lyrical Lilac Fairy if not commanding affairs like a queen of the supernatural; she was spicily opposed by Alexei Loparevich’s witch of a Carabosse, a lanky, gawky, spooky Baba Yaga of indeterminate sex, strayed in from the forest in his black cloak, a subversive figure contaminating the court’s spotless order. I liked him a lot, and I loved his demonically horned and scaly-backed attendants.
Anastasia Stashkevich and Kristina Kretova are making friends in London with their obvious class: the former here as the Canari qui chante fairy, the latter as a smiling Princess Florine with all-round ballerina qualities.
For followers of ongoing power-games and allegations in the Bolshoi, I report that Denis Rodkin, one of Nikolai Tsiskaridze’s pupils, performed Bluebird in place of an injured Vladislav Lantratov, and there was also on stage, as a fairy’s page, Batyr Annadurdyev, a close friend of the dancer accused of setting up the acid attack on ballet director Sergei Filin. All casts, it’s reported, have been approved by Filin from his clinic in Germany.
- The Bolshoi Ballet is at the Royal Opera House till 17 August - further performances of The Sleeping Beauty tonight and daily till Friday
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What a great review, it
Cold war at it's worse.
I disagree very strongly.
I disagree very strongly. Ismene's reasoning could hardly be more sane and valuable as a record of the turbulent artistic times through which a blighted Russia is going at the moment. The Vsevolozhsky/Tchaikovsky/Petipa WAS a statement, in part, of Russian imperial power. Its survival as a masterwork has nothing to do with that any more. This sounds - though I haven't seen it - like ballet bling of the sort the (now entirely governmental) plutocrats roundly applaud.
These visits are not just about art; they're ambassadorial, to show off Russia's resources. The dancers may not be linked to that personally, but as members of the Bolshoi company they are part of the state machinery whether they like it or not. Remember Stoppard - little as I usually care for him - in Every Good Boy Deserves Favour, something along the lines of 'Russia shows the world it's very good at sputnik and Swan Lake'? It's as simple as that.
Gosh. As an Ismene admirer
A truly shameless ignorant
Remarkable. The Soviet-era
The Soviet-era propaganda
Pravda ili nyet? *backs off
Congrats on the grasp of
Good heavens - ballet's been
I have little interest in the