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Thursday 4 December 2008

Lyrical lack

Royal Ballet Triple Bill
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Powerful interpretation is also an essential requirement for Kim Brandstrup’s works, whether they be narrative ones or not, as Brandstrup’s creations always stand out because they give a vibrant dose of permeating drama. In his latest creation, Rushes — Fragments of a Lost Story, there are many glimpses of the intense and often sombre psychological atmospheres that are so typical of his oeuvre. Still, I am not convinced that this is one of his best creations for the threesome-centred drama develops rather slowly, and is often stalled by an overabundance of choreographic images and digressions that in the end are totally superfluous. Even the cinematic solutions and quotations, hinted at in the title of the work, do not add much and often get in the way. Tamara Rojo was simply powerful as the evil-ish woman in red, and I wish her dramatic performance had been more evenly matched by that of both Leanne Benjamin and Thomas Whitehead. As the drama tries desperately to take off, amid regular but unnecessary interventions of a dancing chorus of grey-clad people, the action becomes more and more tedious, thus affecting what ought to have been a more fiery dénouement. Pity, for Brandstrup knows how to make good dancing and good theatre.

The composite programme concludes with the restored and reinvented Homage to the Queen: Earth, originally created by Frederick Ashton in 1953. Despite some brilliant dancing by artists of the calibre of Miyako Yoshida, Marianela Nuñez, Tamara Rojo and Ricardo Cervera, the ballet remains, in my view, an over-the-top pompous folly that does no justice to its long-lost original. The starry collaboration of choreographers such as David Bintley, Michael Corder and Christopher Wheeldon — responsible for recreating the lost parts — does not produce the outcome one would expect and the whole thing comes across as a stylistically disjointed hotchpotch of ill-fitting steps and movements. Indeed, there are some ‘pretty’ moments, and many in the audience cherished the sight of traditional tutus and demanding bits of virtuoso ballet-dancing. Unfortunately, the rare moments of interest — such as the final and truly Ashtonian movement — get overwhelmed and thwarted by an exceedingly boring mass of uninteresting choreography. Placed at the end of such an unexciting programme, Homage thus has the same disheartening effect as a malfunctioning final firework. I left the theatre bored and unsatisfied, believing more and more that whoever said that ballet is a long-dead art might have a damn good point.

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