by Keith Waits, Arts-Louisville
Swan Lake
Music by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
Choreography by Robert Curran
A review by Keith Waits
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Robert Curran isn’t playing around. If the first production back in the Brown Theatre needed to be an astonishing, bravura masterpiece, he has more than delivered.
Am I getting tired of celebrating the return of Louisville companies to live performances? Perhaps. The unfortunate circumstance of a pandemic being what it is, it is inevitable that we do so, but let us also take the moment to reflect on the great treasures afforded us in this city that were largely unavailable to us. There are many, but the Louisville Ballet certainly is a jewel in that crown.
The company did perform on the Central Park stage this past summer as a part of the Kentucky Shakespeare Festival. As good as that was, it was but a prelude to this return to the main stage; a bold new Swan Lake from Robert Curran.
Incredibly, I have never seen a production of Swan Lake, although it is surely one of those cultural icons that everyone knows a little about, and the white-clad ballerina “swans” of tradition have lived in the realm of cliche and parody for generations.
As swans, those white costumes for the corps de ballet are here replaced by form-fitting leotards in colors that approximate the skin tone of each dancer. It is an especially thoughtful touch; beautiful and subtle in visual effect, it also emphasizes the growing diversity in the company.
The narrative is one of a man, Siegfried (Mark Krieger) who is pulled between the obligations of reality, arranged marriages for political expediency, and the fantasy vision of the swan-like Odette (Natalia Askikhimina). Like many folk tales, it illustrates the struggle of humanity to reach a higher level of achievement, to soar spiritually and emotionally instead of submitting to the mundane.
Yet there are moments when it feels as if Siegfried has lost himself in delusion and torment, and Swan Lake is ultimately a tragedy. Curran works with a dark palette thematically, stripping away much of the poetry of classical movement and investing his choreography with a wide range of modern sensibilities; stately formalism for the scenes at the court of Siegfried’s mother, the Queen, a light, contemporary aspect to the swans, and even some cool jazz sexiness that conjures thoughts of Bob Fosse for Lexa Daniels’ turn as the Spanish Princess.
Emmarose Atwood is such a delight as The Jester, an impish figure rendered with so much cheeky, irreverent humor that she almost steals every scene in which she appears. Her work here is a sterling example of acting through movement.
It helps that the diminutive Atwood plays off of Mark Krieger’s height. Siegfried spends extended periods observing from the side, and Krieger’s noble profile is regal and impenetrable enough to hold such a static position. Make no mistake, he is given plenty of opportunities to dance and act with impact, but Krieger also knows how to play the stillness to equal effect. Brienne Wiltsie is imperious and domineering as the Queen.