Ashton Triple
Bill
The Royal Ballet
by Jane Simpson
It's not that often these days
that the Royal Ballet gives us an Ashton triple bill, so expectation
was high for their recent programme at the new Sadler's Wells
Theatre, with Les Patineurs and Birthday Offering
carried over from last season and a long overdue revival of Enigma
Variations. As so often recently, our hopes were only very
partially fulfilled.
Patineurs ought to be an almost sure-fire success:
it has that wonderful quality of inevitability about the choreography,
and besides that, it's fun: all it needs is three technically
strong dancers with some idea of characterisation, and a nice
couple for the romantic pas de deux. Unfortunately on the opening
night only Miyako Yoshida, as the fouettee-spinning Blue Girl,
got it just right - she's having a wonderful season. The Blue
Boy was Justin Meissner, deputising for the departed Kumakawa.
He's done the role before but still looked almost crippled by
nerves - together with his always rather stiff shoulders and
neck, this seemed to lock him up and deprive him of any fluency.
However he was already better by the next night and reports said
that by the end of the week he was really quite impressive. The
White couple were Gary Avis and Gillian Revie; she in particular
looking completely miscast and unhappy. She's a fine MacMillan
dancer and was one of the most impressive in Forsythe's 'in the
middle' earlier in the season, but this whole evening demonstrated
that she's by no stretch of the imagination an Ashton dancer.
A second cast the next night showed Belinda Hatley at the top
of her form as a Blue Girl - she and Yoshida would make a terrific
pair.
We saw Birthday Offering
earlier in the summer, during the celebrations for Ninette de
Valois' 100th birthday, and I rather reserved judgment as it
was shown on a cramped stage and couldn't possibly look at its
best. Here, on the much larger new stage, I'd hoped for better
things - but, as perhaps you've guessed by now, no such luck.
For one thing the company seems to have abandoned for good the
original setting: it wasn't much, just a flight of steps across
the back and some standing chandeliers, but now it's all done
on a flat stage and the chanderliers hang from above - and why
change it? The women's costumes have come in for a huge amount
of derision - they're knee length, bell shaped tutus with rather
stiff looking bodices, all in different colours, and I personally
rather like them: their slightly Edwardian air is a key ingredient
of the ballet.
This piece needs seven outstanding
female soloists, and the present casts don't come anywhere near
providing them. If you put the best of the various casts together
you might perhaps get five satisfactory, though not brilliant
performances. Best were the young Mara Galeazzi, Belinda Hatley
and Yoshida (again), with Sarah Wildor outscoring Darcey
Bussell in the leading ballerina's role.
Many of the new audience had never
seen Enigma before, and most of the ones I spoke to
were disappointed in it. 'Very pretty, but...' was a typical
comment. It's hard to blame the dancers: almost none of them
can have seen the ballet themselves, and are presumably only
doing what they're told, and it's especially hard to cast a piece
with so many parts for mature adults from such a predominantly
young company. But even so... Somehow all the flavour has been
lost: only when Genesia Rosato took over Lady Elgar in the second
cast, and when Bruce Sansom and Sarah Wildor did the solos created
by Dowell and Sibley, did the ballet truly come to life, and
some of the other characterisations almost had me in tears of
despair. It's a ballet about friendship, but this doesn't seem
enough for this MacMillan-raised generation, and suddenly it's
made to seem about suppressed lust instead.