Technically, Teuscher was on form: her hops on pointe were strong, her attitude turns centered and confident, her entrechats and coupé jumps in the second act energetic and buoyant. She has a lovely way of coordinating her movements, with a kind of grandeur in her port de bras. Her lines are harmonious. And she has dramatic instincts. Her mad scene was a real unraveling. She went very quiet as she relived her previous moments of happiness and slowly fell to pieces, shaking, crying. Her portrayal was supported by Aran Bell, who, looking stricken and guilty on the sidelines—you could almost hear him exclaim “what have I done”—kept trying to help, to make up in some way for the mess he had created.
In the last year or so, Bell has gone from a strong, tall, technically-polished but somewhat stolid young dancer to a real artist. In this “Giselle,” his interpretation was sensitive, responsive, engaged. By the end of act one, he looked utterly undone. And his dancing has become even more polished, with soft, neat landings, beautiful double tours, and, in the famous series of entrechats—I counted thirty-two—fabulous, clean beats. He is the real article—a heroic, sympathetic, elegant male lead.
Their “Giselle” at the July 4 matinée was followed on July 5th by Hurlin and Camargo. Here, the dynamic was completely different. Hurlin, who became a principal last year, is a spitfire, and in the early scenes her liveliness called to mind that of another Romantic heroine, Swanilda in “Coppélia.” Girlish, light, and completely natural-seeming, she moved across the stage as if it were truly her world. Her port de bras was loose, her steps free, and her face sometimes scrunched into a kid-like grin. This made both the moment in which she suffers heart palpitations, and the final implosion scene, all the more harrowing. When she felt ill, it scared her. As death approached, she stared at her own hands as if she couldn’t recognize them. Then she fell like a rag doll.
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