The evening started with Dante Sonata - afterwards, during intermission, I heard lots of people talking about how old fashioned and “Grahamesque” Dante Sonata was - I didn’t think so. Despite the flowing costumes, bare feet and obvious influence of Graham and Duncan, I thought this was definitely ballet as opposed to modern dance. I found the imagery still very effective,and very appropriate to our time and I realy liked the way that Ashton presented the ravages of war without taking sides. There were no winners in this scenario. Angela Paul as the lead female “Child of Darkness” was a standout.
Nothing could have prepared me for the impact The Two Pigeons would have on me.
When the ballet began I thought, how charming! Ashton certainly is a master of character, and of idiom. This is lovely. A tad predictable, perhaps. A little dated and pre-feminist. Okay, we have an artist imposing his idea of perfection onto his model/lover. She's a beautiful girl, deeply in love with the great artist but she refuses to be objectified - she is an imperfect human being, not some abstract idea of perfection. But then act I descended (however beautifully) into a pat scenario of the ever faithful woman dealing with the man’s wanderlust, and I thought - what a pity. It probably didn’t help that the girl was portrayed as a virginal symbol of bourgeois values - beautifully danced but no sense of sexuality or womanliness from her - as opposed to the sexual allure and abandon of the gypsy girl.
The second act caught me completely by surprise - the intensity and nastiness of the gypsy camp ( so much more believable than ABT’s gypsys in DQ!), and the tender lyricism of the final pas de deux. It was so powerful, even though you could see that final image coming a mile away, it was still heartbreakingly beautiful. I did find myself questioning the underpinnings of the plot (In the poem the wandering pigeon knew that he was just off on a brief adventure & would come home, here I felt that if the boy had been able to beat the gypsy man & keep up with the gypsy women our poor young girl would have been sitting out on the balcony searching for the skies for her mate for a very long time...). But still, the ballet moved me to tears, and I’m not the weepy type!
Ashton’s incorporation of the bird movement was masterful, and very effective as a metaphor. The images he created were beautiful, and the dancers were wonderful but I found myself so caught up in the story and the beauty of the dance that I was rarely aware of technique - though I couldn’t help but notice how high and beautiful Vallo’s extentions were, and what beautiful line both she and Chao had. Asta Bazeviciute was ravishing as the gypsy girl.
I’m so glad I was able to see these companies, and these great works, and so sad at how empty the Met was again last night. I am a big fan of big stars and bravura dancing, but to think that there’s such a limited market for masterpieces like these is disturbing.