The Coliseum

The Queen of Spades – English National Opera – June 19th 2015

I had expected Tchaikovsky but I had not expected an orgy in animal costume during the intermezzo, which I also got*. Actually in essence I got three hours of Alden madness, to the detriment of Tchaikovsky’s very fine score, which not even some excellent singing or playing could quite overcome.


Romeo et Juliette – Les Ballet de Monte Carlo, The Coliseum, 25th April 2015 (matinee)

Chic, cool, sometimes clinical in staging, Maillot’s “Romeo and Juliette” is a whirling
spectacle of frentic dance, but one which didn’t fully move me. (Such is the bulk of
action written for her that it really should be called just “Juliette”.) Perhaps this was down to the minimalist set (Ernest Pignon-Ernest, and what a cool name) which removes all references to any medieval Verona, opting instead for a white palate, with a thing that looks like a slide bisecting the backwall, and two moveable panels. Credits are projected onto one panel at the start, which felt a bit strange. A touch of class came from the costumes (lamé, metallics, women in dresses slashed to the thigh) courtesy of Jérôme Kaplan.


The Russian Ballet Icons Gala 10th Anniversary – March 8th 2015, The Coliseum

Tutus, tours en l’air, pointe shoes and poise, fouets and footwork galore: the 10th Anniversary gala was an evening close to heaven for many ballet fans (or at least this was how it was advertised to us.) The real program was slightly less than promised, but still a wonderful event. For those in the stalls I gather, glitz galore, glamour and guards outside with waiting motors ready to whisk them away to their demesnes. For me in the balcony, less of that. Instead, a man screaming BRAVO! at everyone, and a video projection to the strains of Khatachurian which due to the angle of viewing and a deep set projection screen, showed only feet. (Still, I’ll take feet over nothing, I guess.)

Before the projection and to proceed more of less chronologically: Ekaterina Osmolkina and Giuseppe Picone in Petipa’s Pas de Deux from Sleeping Beauty opened the proceedings. It was a nice amuse bouche, let’s put it that way, but rather inauspiciously danced.

Next came Amoveo, or as I begun to think of it “Oddity In Blue” with Dorothée Gilbert and Audric Bezard. This offering from PNB/Benjamin Millepied was perhaps the most piece most “contemporary” in feel of the evening, or at least the most contemporary, with recognisably classical antecdents (unlike Connectome which came later, of which more later.) The vocabulary of Millepied’s designing was explorative, the partnership resembling at times something like demonstration from a modern kama sutra for the absurdly bold – or the modern ballet dancer. Nevertheless the exceedingly slight-of-build Gilbert was partnered very ably. She truly seemed weightless at times, this remarkable ballon lending levity to the piece’s overall tone of gravitas. Narratively, I was left unsure as to any “story” or “meaning” behind the piece, though it may only wish to be judged on its artistic merits alone. Here was a normal politics of male/female interaction.  Absent was a lingua franca of egalitarianism in movement such as one gets with say Wheelan’s Restless Creature dances. Instead ballet archetypes again: the man making the woman look great. Regardless, she was made to look great.

For me, the next piece, Schéhérazade (Ekaterina Kondaurova and Igor Zelensky) was a little disappointing. From Zelensky I had hoped for greater things. Instead his program called him to cavort, debase himself and prostrate himself before Kondaurova’s Schéhérazade, which is all well and good, but only if Schéhérazade (or the choreography?) convinces, which she/it didn’t:  her sinuous gyrations signified, but didn’t quite deliver, sensuality.  She looked good in harem pants I suppose, but overall I didn’t quite get a whiff of the exotic from the dance, this despite the wonderful violin solo from the leader. Inoffensive enough, but one wished for slightly more salaciousness perhaps, to suit the music.


Ekaterina Kondaurova (as Nikiya, not Scheherazade). © Dave Morgan

Being without a program until the interval (whereupon fifty of so demanding balletomanes (or here, balleto-mads) were demanding sheets of A4 from two very put-upon ushers) I did not know that Marianela Núñes and Thiago Soares were due to dance. Happy then to see them here in McMillan’s Winter Dreams. The great chemistry they so obviously enjoy came through with wonderful eloquence. This was a sort of Onegin II for them, I imagine, and it perhaps benefited from the pair’s excursions in that same piece. At the curtain call for them, great affection (between them, and for them, from us) and in performance, realistic passion, ardour and genuine feeling. Yet again, one heard them (from the balcony no less!) these unbidden noises adding legitimate pain and weight to the gravity of dance. Bravi, to them.

Romeo and Juliet came up next and in a moment of madness I thought I spotted Mathieu Ganio, but it was Frederico Bonelli and Roberta Marquez (my excuse: no program, high up/far away) in McMillan’s choreography. There was beautiful cape swishing and the couple did a good job. As I had seen a recording of the Yuri Grigorovich’s Bolshoi version that same afternoon, the inclusion here was fitting and lluminating as to how different minds can read and make a piece move. From them, as from their Royal Ballet comrades before them, fluency, a pairing of joy, but from Daria Makhateli and Kenneth Greve‘s The Swan  of Tuonela I haven’t much to say except that Daria Makhateli is perhaps the thinnest person I have ever seen. Oh, and also, Greve lowered Makhateli to the floor by her leg, which was an impressive stunt.


Daria Makhateli (I seriously was reminded of this. SORRY DARIA.)*

Was the Grand pas Classique (Gsovsky) a parody of the Ivanov and Petipa? If so, no matter, the pairing of Iana Salenko and Marian Walter and their dancing was here perhaps the strongest of the night. Great applause for Salenko’s difficult solo and for them both, the pair finding a real effortless grace together. A great end to the first half of the night. Thence, an interval of 20 minutes, in which to discuss who was bad, who was good, who was coming up (once we had acquired our as-precious-as-gold-dust A4 program sheets.)

Part II

The second half of the night began with the suicide scene from Mayerling, the narrative sweeping by in melodramatic grandeur, the real life couple of Alina Cojocaru and Johan Kobborg adding believable intimacy to the spectacle of violently perverted passion. Technically it felt a little under-rehearsed in places, a few moments rushed or a little looser than one would otherwise have enjoyed, but for acrobatics, throws and such it was a real crowd pleaser. (Pity poor Cojocaru for being thrown about so much!) She looked suitably winsome in a diaphanous nightie, a contrast from where I last saw her in Swan Lake. Here she was all human, and ardent for it. When their bows came, big cheers. (The home crowd has their favourites.)

Marriot’s connectome was declared a waste by my friend before we had even seen it, and in that, I think he may have been vindicated. Starring as it did Natalia Osipova and Edward Watson, I am inclined to agree, but further viewings may be necessary. For me though it was generic writhing set to generic music by Arvo Part – boredom in P.E. gear. This is not to denigrate these two fine dancers,  for fine they are, but merely to suggest that  the choreography did them a disservice. Despite showing a different side of their selves which indeed they may very much wished to show, I would have preferred them in something classical. Sorry!

Next was a highlight though. Vadim Muntagirov and Daria Klimentová in the pas de deux from The Nutcracker with choreography by Eagling, Hampson and Stevenson – a recent fairytale pairing for this fairytale piece. This version has less flashy lifts, but was eloquent enough. Muntagirov danced supreme, each gesture radiating strength and above all, grace. The man is pure class.  Klimentová‘s Sugarplum was well received indeed, the audience in the Coliseum almost achieving the barely achievable feat of being totally silent throughout  – until a cougher decided otherwise. Loving applause for both.

Ballet 101 (Eric Gauthier) was around 7 minutes of masochism disguised as comedy.  Rather disconcertingly we laugh at suffering, yet Xander Parish ‘suffered’ well and made it look easy. One marvels at his aerobic and anaerobic capacities (and too, one suspects some may have been marvelling at rather more than this…)

The pas de deux from Cinderella choreographed by Wheeldon and starring Maia Makhateli and Artur Shesterikov was a bit of a snore for me. I suppose it was amiable enough but maybe I was suffering from surfeit of tutus? (surely not!)* This may have been down to the thoughts Alastair Macauley expreses here.

Cinque threatened to lose my attention: as if the night was attempting to remove allegations of too many classic pas de deux, here was ballet set to Vivaldi. Here were floppy arms (belonging to Ekaterina Krysanova) here too angluar gyrations, naked thighs and more modern movement. Bigonzetti’s vocabulary more classical than say Millepied’s but the whole not achieving anything like excitement or enjoyment from me. Happy then to see two more stars, Kimin Kim and Olesya Novikova in the ending pas de deux from Don Quixote. One somehow sensed their intent to destroy all those who had come before them, an intent of “anything you can do we can do better”. From Kim, a good effort, better than when I saw him in Swan Lake in August, but still a tad sloppy in some movements. His tours were expansive, but I would have liked a bit more technical rigour overall from him. Novikova was technically excellent to my untrained eye, but regrettably she had a “dead behind the eyes” expression (one imagines jetlag might have contributed perhaps? or maybe it was just her eye-makeup?) . Granted Don Q is hardly Onegin, it is not a dance of abandon, but furtive glances, coy smiles (not fixed stage smiles) would help. Even so, great applause, which continued until the climax, applause to fade.


Olesya Novikova and Kimin Kim (Picture: David M. Benett)

And thus the evening ended with a curtain call for all. Flowers for all, loud applause, but I had to leave, for the night was getting on.

As a final note, let me mention that the piano player in the English National Ballet Philharmonic excelled throughout, as indeed, under the sure footed direction of  Valery Ovsyanikov, did the whole ensemble. Suffice to say: streets ahead of their fellows from Bow Street. Well done all. A friend said: but overall, I enjoyed, and that’s all I ask for.


Obligatory terrible phonecam pic


Copyright Marc Haegeman


The real Daria Makhateli…

NOTES *But less so for one girl in seat 37B who decided to start messaging her friends on her phone during the gorgeous Nutcracker dancing, whatever business she was occupied in was so important that obviously it just couldn’t wait, so wait she didn’t, instead, she carried on into Xander Parish’s dance, this, despite being politely told to please stop by the lady behind and this despite her being four rows in front and three seats to my right. I will never understand this sort of behaviour. *Seriously, I found a discarded one, and a woman begged me for it, as I had begged an usher for mine. *Measured in tutus I was probably about nine tutus on the scale, where five tutus is recommended safe exposure level.

Russian Ballet Icons

Footage of rehearsals here:

Sian Trenberth’s always excellent photos of rehearsals here:

Line up in brief:

The Royal Ballet

Vadim Muntagirov
Marianela Nuñez
Natalia Osipova
Thiago Soares
Edward Watson
Federico Bonelli
Roberta Marquez

Mariinsky Theatre

Kim Kimin

Xander Parish
Olesya Novikova
Yekaterina Osmolkina
Ekaterina Kondaurova

English National Ballet

Alina Cojocaru

Ballet de l’Opéra de Paris

Audric Bezard
Dorothée Gilbert

Berlin Staatsballett

Iana Salenko
Marian Walter

Finnish National Ballet

Kenneth Greve
Daria Makhateli

Dutch National Ballet

Artur Shesterikov
Maia Makhateli


Daria Klimentova
Giuseppe Picone
Igor Zelensky
Johan Kobborg