Yesterday Sarah, Sally, Sheila, Sabiene and Anna went to Newcastle to see Matthew Bourne’s Swan Lake.
Readers who have not yet seen this simply must do so ASAP; it is in my top three theatrical productions of all time, and definitely the best ballet I have seen.
OK, ballet may not sound like a sterling adventure, but all the above except Sheila have done their share of ice climbing etc., and believe me it gets the adrenaline going as much as a stiff climb and definitely wrings out as much emotion as a tough uphill ski day can! Take some Kleenex.
For those of you sufficiently interested to read on here is my brief review:
Generally a traditionalist, I would be the first to say that departing from tradition by having men in the corps de ballet is a complete success and imparted a definite energy to the production which was maintained throughout. The night club and street scenes are among those that would have Tchaikovsky puzzled , but they work extremely well. There are a lot of laughs to be enjoyed.
Dominic North danced the Prince with a touching vulnerability and Richard Winser as the Swan contrived to be dangerously sexy. The pas de deux between these two were hugely emotional and without a trace of camp.
I should add that as the Stranger, Richard Winser in his leather trousers had us girls all on the edge of our seats in a more traditional fashion.