Well, I’m just coming down from The Kirov Ballet’s gorgeous and ethereal opening performance of “The Bayadere,” last week at the Kennedy Center, particularly the Act III “Kingdom of the Shades” scene. While ballet companies of a certain stripe often perform this scene replicating Petipa’s succinct but meaningful choreography, no company dances it like the Kirov. The corps de ballet, 32 lithe beauties, literally inhabits the steps, those rotating arabesques, as accurately appointed as a Swiss watch, the deeply spiritual sense of time standing still as the increasing line of women unfolds, and unfolds, and unfolds, almost like a mandala come to life. I’ve seen American companies, most recently American Ballet Theatre, perform “Shades” and the difference is palpable. While there is nothing wrong with the ABT corp’s performance, there’s something nearly unattainable in the Kirov’s. The dancers, gossamer netting and poufs of white tulle, notwithstanding, it's their exquisitely ingrained sense that ballet is not democratic, but hierarchic that takes one's breath away. It’s in the way they present a pointed foot, the way they step into their arabesque, the manner in which they hold their heads, exactly so. The Kirov’s dancers exhibit that desire to reach the highest realm of the spirit; it's that sense that marks these dancers as superlative. No company dances “Shades” like the Kirov.
| Photo © Natasha Razina and the Kirov/Mariinsky Ballet |
Enough about the Kirov, a busy dance week begins in Washington tonight