Alexei Ratmansky’s ballet “Whipped Cream,” which is wrapping up a week-long run at American Ballet Theatre, is the very opposite of a cautionary tale. A young boy gorges on whipped cream, only to be felled by a belly ache. He is dragged off to the hospital, where he is tormented by a bulbous-headed doctor and hypodermic-wielding nurses. But then, lo and behold, a princess conveyed on a snow-yak (that’s right) and three dancing liquor bottles come to the rescue. The doctor and nurses get drunk, and the boy magically travels to an enchanted place filled with dancing, happy people, where he is promptly presented with all the whipped cream he cares to eat, freed of guilt or indigestion. Not only that, but he earns universal acclaim and a crown for his efforts. A kid’s idea of heaven.
Cory Stearns (Prince Coffee), Devon Teuscher (Princess Tea Flower), Daniil Simkin (The Boy), and Breanne Granlund (Princess Praline) in “Whipped Cream” by Alexei Ratmansky. Photograph by Kyle Froman
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