For its 2015 international tour, the St Petersburg Ballet Theatre brought Swan Lake to the London Coliseum, decidedly raising the bar for future performances of this romantic classic tale. Continue reading “Swan Lake with the St Petersburg Ballet at the London Coliseum”
Para bailar la bamba, Se necesita una poca de gracia
The Ballet Folklorico de Mexico de Amalia Hernandez re-visited London after a 20 year hiatus from this city. What did we expect? I’m not sure. What was it like? In a word: sensational.
The programme consisted of 9 sections, each act accompanied with the impressive, live, Mariachi-type musicians, replete with sombreros. Continue reading “Ballet Folklorico de Mexico De Amalia Hernandez at the London Coliseum”
Rajeev Goswami’s Beyond Bollywood at the London Palladium can only be described as an extravaganza. I haven’t seen any Bollywood films but this is exactly how I imagine they would be. The acting is over the top, melodramatic and peppered with slapstick comedy, but that’s all part of the fun. Continue reading “Beyond Bollywood review”
On Tuesday I went to Sadler’s Wells for a night of jazz and modern dance. I, unlike almost everyone I know, hate jazz. And I would go to the ballet a thousand times before I chose to see a modern dance performance. Yet, there I was, sat in the vacuous and beautifully stark Sadler’s Wells theatre in Islington, waiting for “The Pursuit of Now” to begin. Honestly, even the name annoys me.
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Swans are monogamous creatures, many mating with a single partner for life. In Tchaikovsky’s master narrative he draws an analogy and caveat for faithful relationships, a parallel which is relevant for the audience of all ages.
Continue reading “LAC (After Swan Lake) by The Monte Carlo Ballet”
It was again a last minute call for me on that eve to attend the show. Replacing an exhausted reviewer, I had to choose and cross out another event from my diary. I was seeking for inspirative renewals, something to reap me out of my world and subsequently fuse it to forms o’ mine, shapes and colours of self. Continue reading “At the Sadler’s Wells: James Thiérrée fait un tabac rouge”