Louise Levene

I miss the faint hiss of a spinning foot: Royal Ballet – Live reviewed

A generous, life-enhancing mixed bill – but sadly its first night was also its last

Vadim Muntagirov hung in the air in blithe, tip-tilted jumps that landed on eerily silent feet. Credit: Tristram Kenton 
issue 14 November 2020

Ballet lovers driven square-eyed by a drip feed of livestreaming and archive footage have been pining for the patter of tiny satin feet. Last month the UK’s big ballet companies began to emerge from hibernation, playing small-scale work to thin, socially distanced houses. Some, such as Birmingham Royal and English National ballets, took the opportunity to broaden their audience’s conservative tastes with otherwise tricky-to-shift programmes of new work.

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