QUOTE (abatt @ Jan 15 2009, 09:39 AM)

It's a shame that so few tickets were made available for sale to the "general public" for this event. It seems that from the outset virtually all tickets were held back from sale for distribution/sale to people affiliated w. SAB or NYCB. It's too bad they couldn't do two nights of the same cast/program so that more people could attend.
I don't know that tickets were withheld. It appears that compared to previous years, few tickets were sold at Gala prices, so they were likely given, gratis, to SAB students, staff and alumni. I sat in the Fourth Ring, where there were many empty seats (and a few students), and I could easily see that the Third Ring had empties, too. BTW, I bought my ticket at the usual 4th Ring Society price.
I disagree with you about the Serenade. I thought NYCB's female corps made this one of the best Serenade's I've seen in many years. They supercharged their dancing with a special edge to their energy, their musical response was sharper than usual. It set a standard that the rest of the evening didn't quite reach. I adored Julie Diana's Waltz Girl. She sculpted her movements in a way that amplified both the kinetics and the emotion of the moment.
I believe TWO tambourines were sacrificed in order to bring us Tarantella. Ulbricht broke one, setting the zils (thank you, Wikipedia, for the word) flying and rolling across the stage, then returned on his final entrance with an intact tambourine and -- crash! -- more flying and rolling zils! Margaret Severin-Hansen got through the choreography just fine but this pas requires both members to pour on the personality, and even before having to avoid stepping on zils, she was bland.
Lucien Postelwaite, maintaining a molasses-like tension and weight, was the real discovery in The Four Temperaments. I expected Herrera to conquer Sanguinic -- she's more at home in 20th Century than 19th C. works. She and JAngle seemed to like that partnership. Damian Smith was overwhelmed by the four corps amazons.
Means and TAngle infused the Vienna Woods with youth and eroticism, followed by a wittily dry Megan Fairchild in Voices of Spring, with an overcharged deLuz. I had originally planned to leave after that section, but at the last minute decided to stay, hoping for a breathtaking full-company finale. Taking my cue from nysusan's post from last week, I closed my eyes until the dancers from the earlier sections retook the stage. Somehow, though, the whole thing failed to take flight for me.
In his pre-curtain speech, Martins told (among too many anecdotes) that when he came to the company in 1970, he was surprised to see in Nutcracker that the little boy party guests and soldiers were all played by girls. The male contingent of principals was himself from Denmark, Helgi Tomasson from Iceland and Jean-Pierre Bonnefous/x from France. Balanchine told him that someday, it would not be necessary to bring males in from outside.
While the boy party guests today are all played by boys*, if Martins' point was that SAB was providing all the male dancers the company could use, he failed to consider the presence of Sebastien Marcovici, Gonzalo Garcia, Ask laCour and the recently departed Chris Wheeldon.
*In the interim, boys have been Candy Canes, too, but not recently.