is a city that once upon a time had a pretty good ballet company
of its own, known for its ability to put on polished productions
of extravaganza story ballets; so, thanks to Dennis Nahat, we're
comfortable with mime and understand the genre. We like story
ballets, and miss them. So how could we refuse the opportunity
to see the Kirov Ballet's La Bayadere not just once but twice?
But for the record, our exposure to this particular ballet is
limited to these two Kirov Ballet performances.
In the years since the collapse of the Soviet Union, many Russians
immigrants have moved to Cleveland, so Cleveland has a sizable
Russian contingent. Since this influx we have noticed a few idiosyncracies
about these immigres. They often seem to prefer to walk in the
street. When they do this they look as though if you ran into
them you'd dent the bumper of your car. And they adore Russian
ballet. We expected they would come out in droves for the Kirov.
We expected to be surrounded by a parallel universe of Russians:
dancers, musicians, and much of the packed house.
And so it
proved to be.
Our first Bayadere was opening night, Thursday, Nov. 6; our second,
Saturday Nov. 8. Both performances offered a different cast for
the major roles of Nikiya, Gamzatti, and Solor. Initially we were
a bit confused by some of the wordings in our press kit and by the
posters we saw advertising the performance as consisting of "three
acts and five scenes". Our confusion existed at least partly because
we knew that the 1900 version of this Petipa ballet consisted of
four acts, and that some previous incarnations of the ballet have
tacked a scene on the end of the third act to complete the ballet's
original fourth act intention of providing concluding retribution
- the wrath of the god's - for Nikiya's betrayal and death.
the only ones taking things so literally. It took a thorough reading
of the program notes and one viewing to understand that "three acts
and five scenes" really means five scenes in three acts. Five scenes,
total, any way you count it. We're sorry to miss that destruction
of the temple scene, but not disappointed to miss the additional
time it takes to perform it. This production of La Bayadere is a
three hour long ballet even without that scene, which stretches
it closer to four hours. However, this version does retain the third
act's famous "descent of the shades", the most frequently excerpted
segment of this hot ticket.
It also helped
our understanding of the complex history and origins of this production
to briefly interview Producer Sergei Danilian during the second
intermission on Saturday night. We had read several accounts about
the Kirov's La Bayadere at New York's Metropolitan Opera House in
2002, reporting scenery, costumes and choreography largely restored
to Petipa's last staging of the ballet in 1900. Danilian explained
that while the choreography was from the 1941 Soviet production,
the sets and costumes were the very same restored versions presented
at the Metropolitan in 2002. Some parts of the sets, Danilian volunteered,
the stage right side of the temple, for instance, are not reconstructions
but actual originals from the 1900 production.
Sets over 100 years old! These are what New York times critic Clive
Barnes pronounced "quaint" (both sets and costumes). We didn't find
the sets quaint, even before knowing that this Bayadere is, at least
in some respects, an archival reconstruction. As for the costumes;
strange how some of these too quaint costumes expose bare midriffs
in a very contemporary way. What does seem a bit quaint however
(perhaps this is what Barnes meant?), is how this production takes
this contemporary approach to revealing the body and mixes it up
with stylized nods to 19th century India - saris and jhodpurs -
and then abruptly abandons all that to give way to traditional European
ballet tutus and skirts, at least for the women. Again, it recreates
much of the form and look of the 1900 production, but with nods
to contemporary tastes. The reconstruction, thankfully, is not literal.
At the Thursday
night performance we sat next to a ballet maven friend with very
sharp eyes. We heard muffled little snorts at the gaffs of the supers,
and suppressed gasps at every hitch in the dancing, like when Daria
Pavlenko as Nikiya, in an otherwise lovely performance, mistepped
and nearly turned her ankle in the first act, and later slightly
slipped in the second. It seemed to us that Pavlenko was having
a slightly off night, perhaps because her scheduled Solor, Igor
Zelinsky, was out with an injury.
Act III in
particular looked difficult in places; the pirouettes ending in
arabesque en face, for instance; or the arabesque turns on pointe
without preparation, and with support offered only through a long
scarf. Neither Pavlenko nor Saturday's Nikia, Sofia Gumerova, were
able to offer a especially satisfying execution of those, though
Gumerova's seemed more secure. But on Saturday Gumerova had one
partnered turn so off balance she executed it at a slant. Those
negatives aside, what was there to complain about? Almost nothing
in either dancer's performance (or anyone else's, either): Both
are remarkable dancers with deliciously supple backs. This is the
Kirov, everyone is beautiful, and even an off night is pretty amazing.
role of Gamzatti was danced on the two nights we attended by Tatiana
Tkachenko (Nov. 6), and Tatiana Amosova (Nov. 8). Both were on,
and executed the roles technical demands flawlessly, but Amosova's
Gamzatti added a glittering authority that threatened to upstage
When the curtain went up on the temple scene in Act One, Solor's
entrance on Thursday showed us Igor Kolb, tall and slim, with
plenty of stage presence, elegant lines, and powerful, hyper mobile
hips and legs. He looked more than a match for any tiger. His
technical abilities were revealed as the ballet progressed: solid
partnering, a big jump, and arabesques higher than the women's
- and he made it all look so easy. We were careful not to act
overly enthusiastic. After all, this is the Kirov; probably all
the male principals are like this, we thought.
When we saw
Danila Korsuntsev as Solor on Saturday, we realized what an exceptional
ballet body Kolb has, even among Kirov men. For, handsome and dashing
as Korsuntsev is, he must look a mere mortal next to Kolb. However
our impression was that he went for a higher level of technical
difficulty and as a result sometimes had to struggle for some of
his achievements. One of his variations took jete/coupe jete/coupe/double
saute de basque/double saute de basque in a circle. He did all the
saute de basques as doubles but went off the vertical and so lost
time getting the repeat going. The audience overlooked his difficulties
and applauded his achievements, as did we.
We must point
out that whoever dances Solor, this production presents him with
some uphill moments, not all of them technical. When Solor enters
for the Act Two wedding celebration, he waves to the audience. But
he is greeted by chuckles, for the elephant he rides in on has a
decidedly square ass. Soon afterwards, Solor bounds in from stage
left, but, again, who can notice him when the supers have just smacked
a big, stuffed tiger down in the middle of the stage behind him?
Whether these animals were designed ineptly or playfully, or just
pragmatically, the timing of their presentation is problematic -
or perhaps just more proof of the old vaudeville dictum: never perform
with animals or children.
also be made of the too brief performance of Andrey Ivanov, the
soloist who performed the Golden Idol. Ivanov represents a stockier
body type then either Kolb or Korsuntsev. The gold paint he wears
emphasizes this. His muscular thighs could belong to a strength
athlete. The abrupt stylized double saut de basques and sudden stops
of his variation elicited well deserved gasps from the audience.
of children, local kids got to perform some enjoyable roles in this
production. During the Golden Idol's dance in Act II, for instance,
eight little slaves danced by local children have much to do, providing
a frame for his variation. Also in Act Two, when a dancer with pitcher
of water balanced on her head is joined by two little girls on pointe,
begging her for a drink of water, she refuses them. They pull mischieviously
at her red and white striped sarong. They were relentless little
scene-stealers both nights. On Thursday they were danced by local
girls. On Saturday we were told that the girls were from Japan.
gets no respect. But his melodies have a clear bass line that makes
them easy to dance to and predictable repetition that's perfect
for Petipa's three and a break patterns. In the Descent of the Shades,
predictable repetition is a big part of the hypnotic effect.
safe at home, well past our bedtime thanks to a rather too literal
evocation of eternity, we muse on yet another ballet about a woman
wronged, whose guilty lover visits her in the afterlife: "Oh Boo
Hoo! You're dead! Now here's a third act ballet blanc, and everything's
all right." What is it about this lame-sounding formula that still
dead, we have learned, with or without the aid of hookahs and snake
charmers, is not particularly problematic. But how to look at them
once we see them - and what to say, and what to do, now that they