BOLSHOI BALLET, RAYMONDA, COLISEUM, LONDON, JULY 1999

 

From: DAILY TELEGRAPH, July 23, 1999

Dance Review by Ismene Brown


AS CLOSE AS DANCING CAN GET TO THE MEANING OF LIFE

Ismene Brown is blown away by Nina Ananiashvili's performance of Raymonda with the Bolshoi at the Coliseum

YOU live, you love, you learn a few secrets if you are lucky - and if you are not, but you happen to have been at Nina Ananiashvili's performance with the Bolshoi on Wednesday, you catch up on everything you have missed.

Even though ballet is an art of deception, it may seem far - fetched to suggest that Raymonda could have become a vessel for anything so profound. Even its admirers call this 100-year-old classic witless...

Plot: in Provence, Raymonda, the niece of the Countess of Doris, loves Jean de Brienne, a noble knight. He goes to the Crusades, she dreams of him and a nasty Saracen. The nasty Saracen turns up in real life, and tries to abduct her. Jean returns, kills him, and marries Raymonda. (Shades of Oklahoma!, I always think.)

Even given the sumptuous music of Glazunov, you can see the problem: there is no drama...

That the very same ballet turned from the ridiculous to the sublime... was due to the spellbinding Ananiashvili, who seemed to cast a glow over everyone...

The petite, brunette Ananiashvili, now in her mid - thirties, has a miraculous sense of music, and a face that shows every thought; all this, plus a technique that displays the glory of Russian classical tradition at its most brilliant and delicate.

She has an uncanny way of playing her arms and upper body above her legs as creatively as a great Chopin pianist might waft a melody over the bass. She was both a matchless ballerina and the girl in the story, living through her private joys and hopes, and discovering that love is fragile and immensely precious. Petipa knew how to choreograph the fullness of love: his dream sequence and the wedding finale are as exalting as ballet gets.

Ananiashvili was handsomely partnered by Sergei Filin as Jean, and Dmitri Belogolovtsev (last week's striking Spartacus) nearly stole his scenes as the vile Abderakham. The Bolshoi orchestra was fine (lovely violin solos); the costumes are rich and elegant, but need firmer scenery behind them and more exciting lighting. She dances Don Quixote next week. Enough said.