Still a relative newbie :) , I saw Symphonic Variations in the last run but for sure I'm learning a great deal, especially from discussions on boards like these. I couldn't possibly comment on what SV is supposed to be like, but I do know what I loved about it. I wouldn't agree that Cojocaru or her partnerships stood out or outshone anyone in SV - on the contrary, what amazed me was how perfectly balanced the first cast seemed to be. Especially at the rehearsal and first night, they seemed to be in harmony, equally and perfectly matched from the angles and curvature of their arms, the timings of steps and jumps, the way they instinctively appeared to come together, form positions and break apart again, the way they were listening and responding to the music. From the amphitheatre I watched through binoculars for a few minutes, then put them down and just watched it in it's entireity...although I could more or less recognise the dancers without them, it didn't seem to matter because the quality of each was so brilliant and made up to one gorgeous whole. I am a Cojocaru fan admittedly and in anything else my eye would be drawn to her, but this was not the case here. I think the fact that the dancers allowed the ballet to shine through more than their individual performances must mean they are doing some kind of justice to it. I hope I'm making myself clear here! I have to respectfully disagree with Kate and say that as naive or as inexperienced I'm sure I may be, that
The Oklahoma Festival Ballet was a very high intense, sexual, and suspenseful production. The dancers of each piece did an excellent job of exemplifying those emotions and making sure the crowd felt these emotions. There were four different segments of this production and each one was very unique and different. I did not think I was going to understand or actually feel the emotions in this production but because of the dancers’ movements I could feel and fully understand each piece. Overall the performances ranged from heavy, light, gentle, and soft pieces.
Based on the descriptions and events in this excerpt. I can infer that the title character, Cujo, has turned rabid and he is out to look for blood. I can also infer that his eyes are red and watery with thick substance leaking from it. Finally, I can infer that he has already killed his owner because he had mud and blood all over him. This was all stated in paragraphs 10 and 11, "The dog's eyes settled on hers. They were red and rheumy. They were leaking some viscous substance. The dog seemed to be weeping gummy tears. His tawny coat was caked and matted with mud and— Blood. is that..." All of this evidence told me that Cujo is rabid and has already killed his owner.
There are plenty of good things to be said about El Salvador, the Latin American country that sits in the heart of Central America, surrounded by volcanic mountains, Guatemala, Honduras, Nicaragua and a Pacific coast of startlingly beautiful beaches and rustic fishing villages.
My immediate response to the whole performance was astonishment. When I say astonishment I mean that the whole show was like nothing I’ve seen before. I would call the Dance Theatre of Harlem more of a modern ballet instead of classic like Cinderella or The Nutcracker. It was interesting to see how ballet is interpreted by a different company such as the Harlem Theatre of Harlem. I
For a program in which none of the splendid female principals that make NYCB performances rewarding to attend participated, Sunday afternoon's spring season finale--Concerto Barocco; Agon; The Four Temperaments--proved eminently engaging. No matter how magnificent the ballets on a program may be, having appealing dancers in the cast is essential of course in order to bring them to life. Happily, although no one should be promoted to principal (or soloist) status at the drop of a hat, NYCB currently has several such dancers in its lower ranks.
What I enjoy during the concert was the dancers performing without being distracted or scare by the audience. Granted it’s to be expected and the dancers are not strangers to this, but nice to see performers not buckle down to the pressure of fear because of the audience. At the same time, I understand that they do, but what I have seen they didn't show it. What I don't like was not the quality the dances, but the different types of dances shown. Most dancers I saw only modern or contemporary pieces and the only thing different was the hip hop pieces. I didn't seem to find classical ballet, tap, jazz or anything to diversify the concert. While I didn't find the concert a chore to watch and was engaging, but I find myself looking at the hip hop dances more than I would for modern or contemporary mostly due to something different to watch.
We went to see this last evening (opening night for this program) and were blown away. Never having seen anything on the program before, I didn't know what to expect, but each piece was magnificent. Stanton Welch's "Tu Tu" seems to me to be a kind of personal love song to ballet. The opening and overall structure reminded me of Ashton's "Sinfonietta" with a very energetic first movement followed by a stunningly beautiful slow movement and then a fast and again more lighthearted finale. It was the second movement that amazed me the most. A solo ballerina slowly emerges from darkness and seems to reflect on her career as a ballerina with tenderness and sadness. The mood of this piece was masterfully created. It was beautifully and
I was at Vale remix last night. I really enjoyed every piece, but admit that at by the time the last piece started about 2 1/2 hours in, I was having trouble concentrating. Some impressions - I'd love to see more of BalletX and Matthew Neeman's choreography. This one viewing left me with the feeling that the dancers are accomplished, distinctive and versatile. Newman created duets that had individuality and moved dancers around the stage in unison dancing in a captivating way.
You cannot ask more of a dancer than what Mikhail Lobukhin and Svetlana Zakharova offered us Sunday afternoon. We may not like the characters they portrayed and the ballet itself, but those are different issues. By any reasonable standard these were great
Like so many contemporary ballets Chiaroscuro contains sequences which seem strange or peculiar. Set to attractive Baroque music, it is nonetheless an appealing work. Seeing Ashley Laracey and Brittany Pollack (both looking positively gorgeous) in this piece alone was worth the price of admission to program No. 8 of the Festival. These two were well-complemented by Lauren King and the three men in the cast, particularly Andrew Veyette, who had an effective part. This is the sort of ballet with a vague narrative that intrigues you.
Unfortunately, I have been disappointed in Nikulina--except for the liquid bourrees in Swan Lake (bourrees I remember from seeing her dance "prayer" in Coppelia a few years back) and some charming light jumps as Queen of the Dryads, I have found her really undistinguished for someone who is being featured so prominently. Vinogradova, Alizade, and the dancers doing the three big dryads (also for some casts I think these dancers were the three big swans) I have enjoyed...program is packed away or I would type in their names along with some other
And honestly, you're both wrong and you're both right. I frequently see a program multiple times as part of my job, and I'm so grateful for the opportunity. I learn an incredible amount about the work and about the dancers this way. In reference to Angelica's comment -- it is a different feeling to be watching an individual throughout a work, especially when they aren't dancing the leading role. Following someone's pathway through a work gives me a very different insight on the structure of the choreography as well as their specific movement qualities, almost like a Blue Highway trip. I think we all have very powerful feelings about our "home" companies, and for me, it's all tied up in the individual dancers.
This, too, is a problem everywhere. In NYCB history, there was the prolonged principal career of Karin von Aroldingen, a dancer whose talents were completely unsuited to Balanchines’s ballets but who was a close personal friend of his. Conversely, Balanchine was not overly fond of Violette Verdy, and did not cast her a great deal. He also had a very annoying (to me, at least) tendency to favor a few corps members at a time and give them demi-solo roles in EVERYTHING, year after year, when there were eager, talented youngsters who would have given their eyeteeth for a chance at one of their roles. Martins has abolished this practice and doles out those prized demisolo roles much more equitably. Then there was the case of Chris d’Amboise, who was pushed forward (he danced Apollo!!!) with absolutely nothing to recommend him besides his filial relationship with Jacques. He was, IMO, a much worse dancer than Nilas Martins. The NYCB followers of the time loathed him, and many of the company’s male dancers were outraged at the favoritism he received. And if Gottlieb mentions Darci Kistler as receiving special treatment by her husband, what about Tallchief, Le Clerq, Kent, and Farrell? He also complains that Carla Korbes wasn’t cast as Titania this year. I remember when I yearned to see Stephanie Saland dance her magnificent Swanilda, but Balanchine kept giving every performance of every season to Patricia McBride. The moral is: casting peculiarities will always
I think that the performer’s ability was appropriate for their location and for their audience because the tone quality of the musicians sounded very rich and clean. When I listened to the performance, I was able to hear all of the different parts of the piece clearly, which has made me much more conscious of the balance and dynamics of each phrase when I play. The texture of the pieces played was very rich and full because an orchestral piece is designed to have a good balance of instruments and good range of frequencies of sound that has lots of different things happening at the same time.
The halogen lamp heralds a royal green. The iridescent emerald looms silently in the air, holding still the fabric of time, only to be shattered by a thunderous roar. A roar produced by exasperated hydrocarbons released their fury, hurtling a box of Kevlar and carbon towards eternity. 31 kilometres. 31 kilometres of perilous journey through a treacherous land, we charge onwards like soldiers. However, the battle is only ours to fight; the mortals believe our battle is futile, they believe we fight out of juvenile foolhardiness. We forge onwards; we are headed for the holy land. This is the Col de Turini.