A review of the
Australian Ballet in
Concord by Robin Grove in The Age.
QUOTE
Just as Diaghilev's effect on European audiences of 1911 was climaxed by Fokine's Polovtsian Dances, so Concord opens into the distant world of golden age Spain. Nacho Duato's Por Vos Muero (For Thee I Die): on a darkened stage, the living pass from us, like great birds seeking perpetual night. Yet in their swirling figures, we glimpse cycles of loss and joy, endless intertwinings of fresh growth and obliteration. Richly danced throughout, it is choreography to watch time and again.
Alexei Ratmansky's Scuola di Ballo is the perfect chaser. In the Massine/Lichine tradition of frolics, it has enough charm to choke a grizzly bear. The setting is delightful, the dancing a cascade of turns and jumps, several per semiquaver, making even speedy Boccherini puff to keep up. But the triumph belongs to the principals: Jane Casson, the desperate would-be ballerina; Lana Jones, the model student; Ben Davis, the irrepressible dancing-master.