A New Sleeping Beauty, Brought to Life by Cojocaru

A new Giselle? A new Swan Lake? Another day, another dollar. But a new Sleeping Beauty is always an event, and for many reasons. Its score is Tchaikovsky’s greatest, which means ballet’s greatest. Its demands on a ballet company are enormous: huge cast, opulent sets and costumes, a special brand of ballerina, a rigorous and Read More

A.B.T. vs. the Kirov: A Tale of Two Giselle s

You know where you are with Giselle. The text is clear (unlike that of Swan Lake, say); the only real interpretive question is whether Albrecht is a wicked aristocratic seducer (the preferred Soviet slant) or a well-meaning young man whose love for a peasant girl blinds him to his responsibilities back at the castle. Today’s Read More

A.B.T. vs. the Kirov: A Tale of Two Giselles

You know where you are with Giselle. The text is clear (unlike that of Swan Lake, say); the only real interpretive question is whether Albrecht is a wicked aristocratic seducer (the preferred Soviet slant) or a well-meaning young man whose love for a peasant girl blinds him to his responsibilities back at the castle. Today’s Read More

A.B.T.’s Boys-and Vishneva; The Kirov’s Leaky Corsaire

That American Ballet Theatre is today a more interesting company than New York City Ballet is an astonishing reversal-who could have dreamed it? Not that A.B.T. is cutting edge, unless you think that warmed-over Fokine and Kevin McKenzie’s wrong-headed Swan Lake are on the edge of anything except tedium. But this has been an A.B.T. Read More

The Kirov Dances the Classics, Thrills Balanchine Lovers

It’s easy-and fun-to drop in on the Kirov Ballet these days: interesting productions, first-rate dancers, and the fascination of watching a major ballet company reinvent itself. It’s hard, though, to figure out exactly what the company is, because what we get to see is only a modest part of its repertory, and so many of Read More

The Kirov at a Crossroads, Torn Between Then and Now

The Kirov-the world’s premier dance company, the company of

Petipa and Fokine, of Nijinsky and Pavlova, of Balanchine and Danilova and

Spessivtseva, of Nureyev and Makarova and Baryshnikov-is finally lurching into

the 20th century (forget the 21st). Having missed modernism and postmodernism,

and with the West now available both as inspiration and cash cow, it’s Read More