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Bids for recognition “Marguerite and Armand”, “La Fete étrange”, “Pierrot Lunaire” by John Percival Fantastic. I guess that Tamara Rojo is around the same age that Fonteyn was when she developed from simply being the best of the Royal (or actually then still Sadler’s Wells) Ballet’s dancers into being a ballerina of true international standing. And now Rojo has staked her claim to eminence, as it happens, in one of Fonteyn’s great roles: in Ashton’s “Marguerite and Armand”. In more than 40 years only Fonteyn and Sylvie Guillem danced the role; now it has a third great interpretation, as different from either of them as they were from each other, but again deeply moving. This past week at Covent Garden Rojo was luckier than Guillem, too, in having a credible, feelingly loving Armand in Federico Bonelli (no Nureyev, but personable, ardent and dashing), whereas Guillem, deprived of either Nicholas LeRiche (busy making a new ballet in Paris) or Jonathan Cope (stopping dancing) had to make do with Massimo Murru who proved feebly without impact. All the more a shame because she was showing even more heartfelt subtlety than before. Rojo’s Marguerite is overwhelming because she does all Ashton’s choreography to perfection; because she obviously listens and responds to the music; because she has clearly thought about the role and understood it; and because (thanks to nature? to her teachers? to her own determined spirit?) she has the gift to make you believe completely in what she does on stage. Her face, neat-featured and framed in black hair, is expressive at every moment, but so are her hands, her arms, the angles of her trunk, and her delicious feet. Frederick Ashton thought that he had made a part uniquely for Fonteyn; but her successors have proved that, given another ballerina of sufficient quality, his ballet can still inspire performances of heart-rending emotion. A word of praise must go also to David Drew for a convincing account of Armand’s father in his encounters with the heroine. Just one complaint: Ashton and/or his designer Cecil Beaton decided to have big photographs on the backcloth during the prelude and final scene to show the dying Marguerite’s thoughts of Armand, but Covent Garden didn’t bother about this with the new casts. Cheapskates. Two unfamiliar productions were given with this, making three company premieres and one long-term revival in the season’s first two weeks not bad going. It’s as long ago as 1958-64 that the main Royal Ballet had Andrée Howard’s “La Fete étrange” in its repertoire, although the smaller touring company danced it over a longer period. This tender drama of lost adolescent love was created in 1940 for the small London Ballet, based by its author Ronald Crichton on a much adapted fragment of Alain-Fournier’s novel “Le Grand Meaulnes”. He had originally proposed it to the company’s founder Antony Tudor, but with the latter’s departure to join the new Ballet Theatre in New York, the production devolved upon Howarda choreographer largely forgotten nowadays, but then respected enough to work for all the major British companies, and even for ABT’s first season, although she grew homesick and was glad to return. “Fete” has been long absent here; “Pierrot Lunaire” is entirely new to the Covent Garden stage and to the Royal Ballet, although given often by other troupes. It has been mounted now to commemorate the forthcoming 80th birthday of its choreographer Glen Tetley, whose first significant creation it was in 1962. Its success first brought him to Europe, and since then his world-wide activities have included several ballets for the Rambert and London Festival companies, besides six for the Royal Ballet (three of them creations), among which I would especially like to see again “Dances of AlbionDark Night: Glad Day” to music by Britten. My first thought was that the Covent Garden stage was too large for it, leaving Rouben Ter-Arutunian’s compelling scaffold-tower isolated in massive space, but at a second viewing decided that perhaps I had over-reacted, although it still seems to me that the dancers’ faces are rather far off to read clearly, so the drama of Glen Tetley’s choreography suffers. His interpretation of Schoenberg’s 1912 music-drama for speech-song and five instrumentalists (but Covent Garden uses six! and achieves only a moderate performance) sets the moonstruck white clown Pierrot against the dark clown Brighella and the temptress Columbine. The action is mysterious, often comic, taking images from the three-times-seven poems by Albert Giraud which Schoenberg set. Out of the three performers, Ivan Putrov in the title role got the moon-shaped curves as he swung on the scaffold, and some reviewers thought him altogether outstanding (but I wonder how many of theto my mindmore vivid past casts they’ve seen). He tended, perhaps, to go for pretty rather than emotional, but I’ll say that his second performance had more expression in it. Carlos Acosta gave a truly gripping account of the other male role, Brighella: darkly sinister but amused too, and as ever radiating personality. If the ballet’s essential sex appeal seemed in short supply, that’s only partly Putrov’s fault, since Deirdre Chapman’s Columbine lacked force and got rather lost under the enormous wigs she was given. Tetley’s strangely forgiving conclusion, however, with Pierrot embracing the adversaries who have tormented him, still thrills. Volume 3, No. 39
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