Unfortunately for me, my love affair with ballet, is relatively recent, but, as I grew up and matured, the ballerina of whom I heard most was Maria Tallchief. Only about a year ago I discovered the VAI DVD of Bruhn and Nureyev in Bell Telephone hour performances from 1961-1967. Their partners were Sonia Arova, Carla Fracchi, Svetlana Beriosova, Lupe Serrano, and Maria T. I was quite eager to see, at last, the vaunted American, who was 36 in 1961, and terribly disappointed in her appearances with Bruhn in Don Quixote and with Nureyev in Flower Festival.
She exhibited the worst balance I’ve ever seen in a professional dancer; at one moment, when being supported by hand in a pointe balance, she reached her other hand a couple of times to grab her partner and thus maintain equilibrium. In her turns, always jerky with arms folded closely about her, she never looked entirely vertical and gave the overall impression of being heavy and anything but gracile. As to presentation she wore always a rather silly and unnatural grin, I thought.
On this DVD she was in rather elite company; I think Fracchi was one of the finest ballerinas of all time, and Jennifer Penney, 25 years with the RB, ranked Beriosova as her favorite during her time there, which overlapped Fonteyn’s, of course. Serrano and Arova looked commendable, too, and I regretted that Tallchief was inferior to them all.
I realize that there are possible, explanatory factors unappreciated by the naïve observer years later. Among these are unfamiliarity with the partners, performing in a TV studio as opposed to on stage, and, with her background, not great experience with Romantic roles. More knowledgeable people may suggest others. Additionally, she just may have had a couple of bad outings, though, it seems to me, being capable at anything subsumes consistency.
On the basis of this single recording, I must wonder to what extent Maria Tallchief’s repute owed to her having been George B.’s wife, an American Indian, or just an American. Perhaps our country seized upon her, as it had on her one-time husband, to be our ballet standard-bearer when it thought it needed one. Perhaps, too, those American standards then were lower; e.g., Maya Plisetskaya was born in the same year as Maria T., and the difference recalls a Cole Porter song, Night and Day.
Am I just a bad arbiter of ballet talent?
