Jewels (NYCB)
by Mary Cargill
Jewels
returned briefly to the New York City Ballet last week. Its three
acts, Emeralds, Rubies, and Diamonds, are a glorious salute
to luxury, but also, like so many Balanchine ballets, an examination
of female beauty and mystery, by way of Petipa.
Emeralds,
set to selections by Faure, is the least flashy--and the least
applauded--section, but is one of the most profound of Balanchine's
explications of Petipa's vision scenes. Two sylph-like ballerinas
dance around their more human partners almost invisibly, then,
like Aurora in her forest, seem to take a human form, and finally
fade sadly away, leaving their knights alone, yearning for beauty,
love, eternity, perfection, all expressed with a single sweep
of the arm and bend of the knee.
I saw two casts, Kathleen Tracey
with Helene Alexopoulos, and Rachel Rutherford with Maria Kowroski.
Of the four, Tracey was the least spiritual. Her rather floppy
arms didn't fit the French inflections built into the Verdy role,
and she danced with a big grin, making no real distinctions among
the different sections of the ballet. Alexopoulos, in the secondary
lead, was much better, with a true sense of mystery.
I much preferred Rachel Rutherford
in the Verdy role. She had a slight mishap in her first solo
with some of the footwork, but she danced as though she knew
the difference between a vision and Western Symphony. Her
air of gentle melancholy at the leave taking cast a genuine spell.
Kowroski, too, with her elegant abandon, made this a lovely Emeralds.
Edward Liang, recently promoted
to soloist, has a clear, sharp approach, and certainly tried
to convey the sense of searching in the beginning of the ballet.
For me, as yet, he doesn't quite have the stage presence to portray
the elegant, eternal longing, the combination of Siegfried and
Desiree, this ballet needs. Robert Lyon and James Fayette shared
the secondary lead, and both contributed a strong romantic presence.
Christopher Wheeldon, as the more playful squire, dancing with
the two demis (Samantha Allen, who was a bit stiff in the arms
and torso, and Jennie Somogyi, who was just about perfect) caught
the subtle contrasting moods, and his final sweep of his arm
from the floor to infinity was a beautiful sight.
Rubies,
with its bright Stravinsky score and sharp, fast dancing, is
a vibrant contrast to the gentle Emeralds. I was not able to
see Maria Kowroski's debut as the second ballerina, unfortunately,
but did see Monique Meunier's luscious, sensuous, extraordinary
performance. Unlike the music, she is not a sharp, clear dancer.
Her movements tend to flow together, culminating is a surprisingly
large jump and deep arabesques. Her exit, with the extravagant,
secure arabesque penchees had the audience gasping. In retrospect,
she may have overdone the pelvic thrusts a bit too much for perfect
taste and held the deep arabesques a bit too long for the "its
no big deal" attitude of the choreography, but while she
was dancing I was completely caught up in the pure joy she brings
to moving.
Miranda Weese and Damian Woetzel
danced the lead couple. Weese has a completely different approach
to the role than the joyful, straightforward performance of Patricia
McBride. Weese danced with an air of detachment, rather like
a fashion model. It came across as almost a take-off on the Siren
from The Prodigal Son, with the slightly oriental arms
and snakey positions. Weese danced the role with the unconscious
superiority and supreme assurance only a truly beautiful woman
can have, but her witty timing and sharp dancing seemed at the
same time to be subtly mocking this attitude. I don't know whether
this multi-layered approach was intentional, but it was very
funny.
Damian Woetzel extended the fun,
with a bravura performance. He seemed literally to be jumping
for joy at the idea that such a beautiful creature would dance
with him. If ever a jump said "Whoopee!", his did.
Like Weese, Kyra Nichols dances
her role (Diamonds, to Tchaikovsky) very differently from
its creator, Suzanne Farrell. Farrell was an extension of Odette,
with a hint of tragedy in the falls into her partner's arms.
Nichols, with her solid center and grand presence, does not convey
melancholy. She made the pas de deux look as triumphant at the
wedding pas de deux from The Sleeping Beauty. The falls
into her partner's arms were an expression of supreme confidence
and trust. Nichols does not have all the seemingly effortless
security
she had ten years ago, but no one can fill out the role so generously,
and a second off a balance or a slightly less secure turn is
a small price to pay for the change to see such grandeur.
Charles Askegard was her partner.
He recently came to City Ballet from ABT and was even more recently
promoted to principal. As one of the few tall men not injured,
seemed to be learning a new role every week, on top of having
to cope with different style. As yet he has not developed a distinct
personality, and seems, generously, to be most concerned with
partnering. But his solo in Diamonds was elegantly danced.
He has a strong, secure, but not overly flashy jump, and, once
he gets his breath, should make an even stronger impact. It is
hard to imagine how City Ballet could have made it through the
season without him.
Fortunately, the Diamond
pas de deux can stand on its own, because the frame around it,
the corps, looked woefully under rehearsed and were often out
of sync. But all in all, Jewels did shine.