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The big star at this San Francisco Ballet program was the house
pianist, Michael MacGraw. First giving a fabulous performance of Bach, the keyboard
concerto movements that have been cobbled together to make-up Helgi Tomasson's new dance,
then diving into the waterfall of romanticism that is Saint-Saens' Le Carnaval Des
Animaux, he must have worked-up quite a sweat. His efforts as well as those of the
orchestra, under first-season conductor Andrew Morgrelia, created a sizzle in the
auditorium, a musical excellence that fit the color and classicism so well produced by the
dancers.
Paquita, an uber-Russian, textbook tu-tu ballet, was an
opportunity to judge the San Francisco dancers as a classical company. Does their corps de
ballet stack-up with some of the Russian companies that have passed through town recently,
like the Kirov and Moscow Stanislavsky Ballet? Yes and no.
Paquita is a text-book example of Vaganova technique, the
Russian variation on ballet technique that incorporates some of the soul and vigor of
traditional folk dance, more snappy finishes, a rhythm on leg-work that is less ethereal,
more dynamic. This is the kind of dancing that is a way of life rather than a technique
that can be taken on and dropped. Lorena Feijoo and Vadim Solomakha had it, particularly
Feijoo, whose nearly over-the-top attack on lifts and landings works here.
Helgi Tomasson said in a recent interview that he needs to present
works like Paquita not only for the dancers, whose technique gets sharpened
onstage by the very exacting dancing, but also for the audiences, who need to see
"where ballet came from," the lines and diagonals, the steps. Fine, but his
corps is so filled with individuals--bright, solo-quality dancers instead of the matching
figurines you find in other companies--that it seems a shame to confine them this way, to
these group dynamics. Or maybe its that they dont want to. In any case, they
look aligned, but never anonymous.
7 for Eight, Tomassons world premiere, takes Bach
keyboard concerti (originally written for the harpsichord, but played here, with two
exceptions, on piano) and creates a seamless world of movement, seven sections that
feature twos, threes and foursomes exploring pattern and pause, choreographic invention
that lightens the idea that Bach is just a torrent of notes, an endless running music
machine. Here, Tomassons take on Bach looks good on Yuan Yuan Tan and Yuri
Possokhov, black costumes and backdrop causing their arms to seem more important than
their legs. Intensity builds and by the middle of the piece, a pas de trios with Elizabeth
Miner, Rachel Viselli and Pascal Molat, it's all about bravura, all leaps and lifts and
turns. Tomasson knows how to let his men loose, and Possokhov, Gonzalo Garcia, Molat, and
Nicolas Blanc are given plenty of room to show off. Like Paquita, this is ballet
with the "wow" factor, but Tomasson balances that with affecting moments of
quiet and workmanlike choreography.
Le Carnaval Des Animaux is a miracle just because its
funny. Between Amanda Schulls clompy, ballerina "elephant," and Muriel
Maffres dying swan (which really dies), the piece succeeds because of the music, the
color, and most of all, the character-dancing by the company. The music, by Saint-Saens,
features some of the most flashy romantic piano scales around, and choreographer Alexei
Ratmansky never veers from this energy and beauty. Here, the idea that a bunch of partying
friends are "playing" animals makes all the difference. There is abstraction
rather than animal costumes, and dancing rather than mugging. Pierre-Francois Vilanoba
played a fright-wig-bearing "lion," Stephen Legate, a "cockerel," and
Nicole Starbuck, a "hen." There was also a lively chorus of turtles and birds,
horses and kangaroos.
March 8, 2004 Michael Wade Simpson