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Royal Danish Ballet Soloists and Principals, Peacock Theatre, London | reviews, news & interviews

Royal Danish Ballet Soloists and Principals, Peacock Theatre, London

Royal Danish Ballet Soloists and Principals, Peacock Theatre, London

The Scandinavian stylists give a tantalising glimpse of their Royal jewels

Gregory Dean in a studio rehearsal for 'La Sylphide' Costin Radu

“A link in the chain of beauty” – that’s how the choreographer August Bournonville, in the 1840s, wanted every dancer in the Royal Danish Ballet to regard their art. And, remarkably, the chain of beauty we now call the Bournonville style has remained unbroken ever since.

For complex reasons of politics and geography, as well as national personality, no doubt, while Romantic ballet in the rest of Europe fell under the spell of flashier Russian developments, the aesthetic Bournonville cultivated in Copenhagen remained impervious, in a little bubble of its own.

Happily for us, today’s company has made it its business to pack this precious inheritance into a cabin-size flight bag for foreign visits. Less happily, as on its last outing to London 10 years ago, it sent only a dozen dancers, a gala-style programme of bits and bobs, no scenery and no orchestra – just a blue backdrop and taped music. And it scheduled only three performances. You want complete works? Then go to Copenhagen, or New York, or Jacob’s Pillow in Massachusetts, which manages to fund more substantial visits from the full company, and more frequent. This might have something to do with the fact that the Danish school has produced some of American ballet’s biggest male stars, such as Erik Bruhn and Nikolaj Hubbe.

The programme at the Peacock was more finger buffet than three-course meal. The longest excerpts were from La Sylphide (1836) and Napoli (1842), both highly accessible narrative ballets when presented intact, but here so severely shorn of dramatic context that a newcomer to the work might have gone home believing there was no story to tell. The wedding dances from Napoli which closed the programme survived this treatment best, summoning the spirit of an ebullient Neapolitan party with subtle flirting and spectacular showing off breaking through the elegent sheen of gracious manners. Within a milling stage picture, even while the overall mood became giddier, each individual became steadily more distinct as a character. It was well done.

Act II of La Sylphide, by contrast, suffered more from the empty stage. Granted, the budget may not stretch to a Highland glade, but a simple projection of fir trees would have helped. As it was, there was little indication that Ulrik Birkkjaer’s bekilted James was pursuing the Sylph out of doors until she presented him with a handful of foraged berries. And for further help, why not include a snatch of the cauldron scene from earlier in the ballet, to explain how the wedding veil offered to James by the witch Madge (a wonderfully crabby Sorella Englund) comes to be laced with poison? Perhaps the Danes have lived with this story so long that they think everyone else knows it too. A pity, since Gudrun Bojesen captured beautifully the Sylph’s minxy combination of blank amorality and childish playfulness. Birkkjaer’s James can’t suppress his delight at being allowed to dance with her and her ethereal sisters, among whom Susanne Grinder was exceptional for her gauzy weightlessness.Gudrun Bojesen in a full production of 'La Sylphide'

What distinguishes the Romantic style, beyond the courtly manners and demure, below-the-knee tutus, is what dancers call, using the French term, placement – the positioning of the arms, head and shoulders – and also its extreme buoyancy (particularly for the men) and fast-beaten footwork. The remainder of the programme, for all its bittiness, proved a fine showcase for this. The pas de deux that is now all that remains of the 1858 ballet Flower Festival in Genzano would be horribly coy in the wrong hands, as well as a technical tripwire, but Diana Cuni and Andreas Kass are so convincing in their bashful and fleet-footed courtship that you feel you ought to buy them a shandy. Kass's cork-popping vertical jumps are astonishing.

The printed programme, more helpful than many, lets drop intriguing information about the original productions we don't get to see. A Folk Tale (1854), reduced to an abstract pas de sept, was “about a girl called Hilda who lives in the hill with a witch and her trolls”, which sounds a whole lot of fun, not even hinted at on stage at the Peacock. The amusing Jockey Dance, a segment of From Siberia to Moscow (1876), was originally the British segment of a set of character dances each symbolising a European river – the Thames represented (why, you wonder) by horse-racing and betting. The two Frankie Dettori-style rivals are boundingly embodied by Marcin Kupinski and Sebastian Haynes. With a leggy gallop like theirs, who needs a horse?

There is, in short, a world of interest lying in wait for British audiences, should they one day get a proper chance to see some of the complete extant ballets of August Bournonville. How about it, Sadler's Wells?

Diana Cuni and Andreas Kass are so convincing in their bashful, fleet-footed courtship that you want to buy them a shandy

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The picture caption erroneously refers to "Gregory Dean **in a studio rehearsal** for 'La Sylphide' while in fact this is Gregory Dean as James in Act 2 of Hubbe's brand new minimalist production of La Sylphide.

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