Balanchine, Black and White
by Mary Cargill
The Fiftieth Anniversary Season
of the New York City Ballet is divided into a series of themes,
and the first week was devoted to black and white Balanchine
ballets, which is another way of saying it had some of the greatest
ballets ever choreographed, including Agon, The Four Temperaments,
Concerto Barocco, and Symphony in C. Seeing all these
packed into one week was exhilarating. The clarity, variety,
invention, and richness of the choreography contrasted with the
simplicity of the settings was almost blinding.
Unfortunately, the company has a distressing number of people
out with injuries, including Peter Boal and Nikolaj Hubbe. So
the Apollo was somewhat undercast (Nilas Martins and Yvonne
Borree were the leads), but I was struck by the Polyhymnia of
Jennie Somogyi and the Calliope of Pascale van Kipnis. They were
young and fresh and scampered through their difficult, off-balance
variations. Van Kipnis, still in the corps, has a light yet elegant
presence (she was very good as the girl in green in Dances
at a Gathering a few years ago), but I understand has had
some injuries. Somogyi, recently promoted to soloist, also danced
the first movement of Symphony in C and gave a beautifully
filled out performance, with fast and elegant feet and a serene
and nuanced upper body. She has worked with Maria Tallchief on
this role, which may have contributed to the elegance with which
she danced.
Another new soloist, the tall and
willowy Maria Kowroski, danced the second movement of Symphony
in C, and, though she couldn't quite get around the fast
footwork of the finale, she was beautiful in the soulful, Odette-like
solo. I was especially taken by the moment before the deep arabesque,
when she pulled her head back, as if fighting her fate, and then
sweeping down with her head held high and her line intact. It
was good to see a dancer propelled by the music and not her muscles,
and not sacrificing atmosphere, beauty and grace to by hook or
by crook to force that head down to her knee.
Kyra Nichols danced Concerto
Barocco with Somogyi. Somogyi is on the small side, so instead
of two ballerinas echoing each other, it looked a bit like a
high priestess and her acolyte, which, with Nichols as the priestess,
makes perfect sense. There are few dancers that can fill out
a role so graciously and naturally as Nichols. She is dancing
with an understated authority and generosity that illuminates
the whole stage. Unfortunately, partnering difficulties marred
the majestic series of lifts in the pas de deux, but other than
that, it was a very clean performance.
The women were by and large more
striking than the men this first week, but I did enjoy Sebastian
Marcovici's debut in the Sarabande in Agon. His elegant
approach showed of Balanchine's twisting and reshaping of classical
dances. It was like watching a beautifully formed crystal being
shattered into a spray of lights, and then magically coming back
together. Damian Woetzel danced Melancholic in The Four Temperaments,
and while he did not invest enough weight in his upper body to
convey the dramatic contrast between the push and the pull of
the role, it was good to see him in something other than his
usual greased lightening parts. Albert Evans, who danced Phlegmatic,
is another dancer usually cast for speed, and early in his career
his looseness verging on eccentricity suited those roles. But
he has developed a regal bearing and an almost intense authority.
To my mind, he was not quite lackadaisical enough for Phlegmatic,
but his dancing was witty, smooth, and controlled.
Next week could be called "Costume
Ballets," with Liebeslieder Walzer, Union Jack,
Bournonville Divertissements, and Cortege Hongrois
among the productions. But right now, Black and White seem all
the colors needed to fill a stage.