I was there on Sunday, too, mimsyb, and compared to past ABT Works & Process evenings, this was mildly disappointing.
To begin, I expected the program to address the process (as in "Works and ... ") of mounting the three works commissioned for the Avery Fisher Hall season, as the publicity materials suggested. Also, with due respect to Wes Chapman, I really miss John Meehan as the moderator of these evenings. Under his direction, the programs flowed better, plus he had that irresistible Irish-Aussie charm.
That said, I enjoyed the chance to see the advanced JKO students perform exercises from the Bournonville syllabus. As Chapman explained, Bournonville had come from the Paris Opera, with its huge stage, to the tiny one in the Royal Theater in Copenhagen, and he needed to find a whole new language to make dance for the restricted space. His adaptations included the use of steps that barely travel, and combinations that move backwards or in reversing arcs. I hadn't realized, though, the importance of the head in Bournonville -- often turned against the movement to minimize movement in the direction the body is going. Especially noteworthy was the young Shu Kinouchi -- probably no more than 16 years old -- who danced the man's variation from Flower Festival in Genzano. In addition to his fine technical execution (double air turns in both directions), his body was infused with the same joy that showed on his smiling face. I look forward to following his progress as, I hope, he enters ABT II in the not-too-distant future.
Following this, present ABT II dancer Brian Waldrep partnered April Giangerosa in the adagio from Swan Lake Act II. The adaptations in this sections were necessary to prevent Ms. Giangerosa's head from hitting the lights, so they moved the lifts all the way downstage, where there was much more headroom. The dancers, ages 19 and 18, gave an impressive, generally fluid rendition of the pas.
The next two dance sections were as Ambonnay and mimsyb described, and ABT ballet mistress Susan Jones' recollectons of performance disasters, which didn't strike me as completely disastrous.
The reception refreshmanets were also something of a disappointment. With the Guggenheim's kitchen undergoing renovation, we didn't get the customary tea sandwiches or focaccia. (Apparently, this was reflected in the somewhat reduced price of the tickets.) Too bad, because I'd let myself get quite hungry in anticipation of the usual, more generous spread.