Last night I went to the extraordinary "Metamorphosis Titian 2012" at the Royal Ballet. Three new pieces, all with amazing design, wonderful new music, and great dancing. Fab-u-lous! Several of my favourite dancers going flat out with utter genius. A farewell role almost worthy of her for Tamara Rojo (unless she makes a come-back or does guest spots - you won't hear complaints from me if she does either or both!) as an imperiously beautiful, invulnerable-yet-fragile goddess, battling Ed Watson even as she reached out to him... A well-deserved chance for the marvelous Melissa Hamilton to be a goddess, too; a glacial, sphinx-like one, curling and uncurling her feet like a lioness's claws. Wonderful conjunctions and twistings-together of different choreographers' styles; Brandstrup + MacGregor making a particularly juicy combination. A giant dancing machine like Epstein's Rock Drill come to life, whirring and stabbing at Carlos Acosta as he leaped and stretched himself out before it. I could go on (and on...) but you get the idea.
Cracking good stuff, and a fine end to the RB season. Since it was broadcast to the Big Screens as well, I can even hope they might release it as a dvd some day...
Wrote on the tube there and back, and in the intervals, and at Patisserie Valerie while I ate my salad. Would have written more when I got home, but was too tired - so went to bed and then couldn't sleep, wired with images of Acosta and the Machine, Ed and the Goddess, and all the colours and reflections and shapes and sensualities and dangers of three really terrific new ballets in one evening..
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