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Flash Review 1, 11-12:
Florida Picks a Winner
It's Miami City Ballet
By Lauren Feldman
Copyright 2000 Lauren Feldman
MIAMI -- Wanting to take
my mind off the election mess here in Florida, I went to see Miami
City Ballet's second program of the season Friday for a night of
politics-free art at Miami Beach's Jackie Gleason Theater. I was
a little upset that I got there too late to be correctly seated
because my mother had talked me into walking through the humidity
to the theater. However, we arrived just in time to see the curtain
rise on a secluded frozen pond lit by hanging Chinese lanterns.
This was MCB's premiere of Sir Frederick Ashton's "Les Patineurs"
(The Skating Party), to music by Giacomo Meyerbeer.
The set was beautiful
and I was actually thankful that I was seated far back enough to
see the white frosty floor, and to see the dancers (or should I
say skaters?) glide onto the stage. I admired how smooth some of
the moves appeared, especially some of the chasse-fouette combinations.
It really seemed as if the dancers were skating. The costumes were
really adorable -- I'd love to pick up some of those fuzzy-anklet
booties for my old pointe shoes! However, this plotless piece didn't
really grab me and move me. The dancers' innocent facial expressions
were cute, but that's about it; I'm not really into dance for the
"stunts." In addition, it was hard to tell if some of the "skating"
moves were deliberate, or just the tiniest bit sloppy.
Next on the program,
also a premiere, was Balanchine's "Duo Concertant" to Igor Stravinsky's
music of the same title. The violinist, Tom Moore, and the pianist,
Francisco Renno, played onstage while Jennifer Kronenberg and Eric
Quillere listened and danced. The music was breathtakingly performed,
and the dancers seemed genuinely stirred by the raw emotion nurtured
by their proximity to the instruments. The first movement in which
the two danced was playful, but they seemed a bit uneasy with the
quick angular movements. They rejoined the musicians for a breather
as the movement concluded. The second section was more romantic
in tone, and Ms. Kronenberg showed constant control in her musical
elongees, without appearing static. I especially loved the shape
of the catch in arabesque devant, with Mr. Quillere supporting her
extended leg, while she shielded him with her body and arms stretched
forward. The third movement, faster in tempo, seemed precise when
one looked at one of the dancers separately, but perhaps a bit more
rehearsal is needed, especially when the dancers' movements come
together and then separate temporarily, almost as contrapuntal in
nature, going with and against the music. The final movement, when
the dancers hands and then bodies are spotlighted (as well as the
musicians) reminded me of Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel, of course
more sensual than religious.
Last night's presentation
of Balanchine's 1953 "Valse Fantasie," set to Mikhail Glinka's Valse
Fantasie in B minor, was in my opinion an almost flawless performance.
The only thing less than perfect, I felt, was that the dancers seemed
too strained in their opening jetes. All three women (Katia Carranza,
Mary Carmen Catoya, and Tricia Albertson) showed superb control
and musicality, without looking artificial. The male lead (Bernard
Courtot de Bouteiller) also had perfect control and balance in his
turns and holds. I wished this piece had gone on for longer than
it did.
I was looking forward
to the last piece, "Pas de Dix," choreographed by Balanchine (after
Marius Petipa) to excerpts of Alexander Glazunov's "Raymonda," all
evening. I've loved Eastern European folk references in classical
ballet ever since I was a baby ballerina, and I adore Glazunov's
music, brimming with melody and allusions to much of Europe's gypsy
and folk heritage. The four opening couples showed excellent charisma,
and when the principal couple entered the stage, I was hooked. I
was so intent on following the stately promenade around the ballroom,
that I missed the lead ballerina, Deanna Seay, slip and (almost?)
fall during a group chasse-saute combination! My mother could not
really explain what happened (perhaps it was some leftover snow
from "Les Patineurs"), and (thank goodness) we don't have instant
replays in ballets, so I tried to sit tight and enjoy the rest of
the piece. Ms. Seay recovered gracefully; in fact, I think the mishap
gave her enough spunk and attitude to pull off the regal demeanor
of a Hungarian aristocrat, which she did stupendously. The four
supporting ballerinas also performed well, whether they danced fast
and furious, or slow and sweet.
One problem with ballet-trained
dancers performing Eastern European flavored dances is that their
bodies are not quite used to a parallel position of the legs, let
alone a turned in position. I couldn't help but think that when
the principal male, Franklin Gamero, did the czardas, he wasn't
quite turned in enough. It seemed instead like he just wasn't turned
out. But then I'm pretty picky about turn out, since I'm so turned-in
myself! I loved Ms. Seay's last solo to a gypsy-like tune on piano
and was so happy that she hadn't let her initial slip flavor the
remainder of her performance negatively. She had a chip on her shoulder,
but it was perfect for this piece! Instead of her head flips and
hand slaps looking contrived or impractical, it looked like she
really wanted the audience's attention. The coda was quick and spirited,
and I loved the dancers' legs as they darted back and forth underneath
them, almost as fast as a frog's tongue! But then I saw it: something
on the stage right where Ms. Seay was headed from her circle of
turns! Not another fall! Phew! She saw it out of the corner of her
eye and avoided it in her arabesque to a head-flip. My heart was
beating rapidly as the final cadence thundered out and the dancers
struck a triumphant final pose.
I thought I'd enjoy a
quiet relaxing night with no worries of messed up ballots and razor-thin
vote tallies, but I ended up experiencing a tense, but ultimately
well performed evening of dance and music. At least somebody came
out a winner in Florida last night!
Lauren Feldman graduated
last May from Columbia College of Columbia University, where she
received a BA with a Pre-medical Concentration in History. While
a student there she studied dance at Barnard College of Columbia
University with Elena Kunikova, Frances Patrelle, Janet Soares,
Mary-Lisa Burns, Katie Glasner, Sandra Kauffman, Henry Van Kuiken,
and Donlin Foreman, among others. She is currently working in research
in the Department of Physiology and Biophysics at the University
of Miami's School of Medicine.
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