Creative Risk
If the ballet world now seems inundated with Dracula productions, Frankenstein adaptations are a rarer sight.
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I descend the stairs of the State Theatre, for that is where the emeralds are, beneath the Earth’s surface. Follow the sounds of Gabriel Fauré’s “Pelléas et Mélisande” and “Shylock,” for when entwined these musical elements chime the properties of emeralds as they refract the light. This is the Romantic era, they herald. A nineteenth-century reverie, in long green tunics. A memory of France. This is the opening night of the Melbourne season of The Australian Ballet’s performance of George Balanchine’s “Jewels.”[1]
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If the ballet world now seems inundated with Dracula productions, Frankenstein adaptations are a rarer sight.
PlusIt’s amusing to read in Pacific Northwest Ballet’s generally exceptional program notes that George Balanchine choreographed the triptych we now know as “Jewels” because he visited Van Cleef & Arpels and was struck by inspiration. I mean, perhaps visiting the jeweler did further tickle his imagination, but—PR stunt, anyone?
PlusAs I watch one after another pastel tutu clad ballerina bourrée into the arms of a white-tighted danseur, a melody not credited on the program floats through my brain. You know the one.
PlusMisty Copeland’s upcoming retirement from American Ballet Theatre—where she made history as the first Black female principal dancer and subsequently shot to fame in the ballet world and beyond—means many things.
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