Straight
Talk
Men
in
Tights
NADIA
KABIR BARB
“We're
going to watch 'The Nut Cracker' at seven thirty this evening",
I informed the kids. "Is it a movie?" asked my
five year old daughter. "No, it's a ballet production".
Her eyes lit up, "Can I wear my ballet costume then?"
she asked me hopefully. I didn't have the heart to tell
her that wearing a ballet costume might not be ideal attire
for the evening but luckily I was spared having to answer
as her siblings intervened with a chorus of, "Nooo!"
At the tender age of five, ballet to my youngest consisted
of little girls wearing pretty pink tutus and twirling and
pirouetting. I think the concept of The English National
Ballet performing The Nut Cracker which is a fantasy ballet
based on a fairy tale written by E.T.A. Hoffman in the early
Nineteenth Century and being performed to Tchaikovsky's
score was really lost on her. However all three kids seemed
to be rather excited at the thought of a family outing especially
if it meant they could stay up late.
As our
departure time loomed closer, I found to my dismay that
I was showing pre flu symptoms. In fact I felt a bit like
an amalgamation of Sneezy, Dopey and Grumpy from Snow White
and the Seven Dwarfs! But after a couple of paracetamols,
a cup of tea and the knowledge that the tickets to the show
were a Christmas gift to the children by my mother-in-law,
I felt more human and just about ready to deal with twirling
women and men in tights. The performance was at a theatre
called The Coliseum and we got there in good time so after
settling into our seats we had the opportunity to observe
and absorb the opulence and grandeur of our surroundings.
Built in 1904 along the lines of the Italian Renaissance
the Coliseum theatre is the largest theatre in London. In
1968 the theatre became home to the English National Opera
previously known as the Sadler's Wells Opera Company (they
changed their name in 1974). It is also interspersed with
performances by visiting companies such as The English National
Ballet.
As I
poured over the programme, I tried to tell my youngest the
story of the Nut Cracker. It tells the tale of Christmas
celebrations at Clara and Fritz Stahlbaum's home with family
and friends. Clara's godfather, Mr. Drosselmeyer, makes
magical toys and he entertains the guests with two life-sized
dolls that dance around the room. Then he gives out gifts
to the children, and gives Clara a very special gift of
a nutcracker. Her brother, Fritz, is exceedingly jealous,
and grabs the nutcracker and breaks it! Naturally Clara
is upset, so Mr. Drosselmeyer repairs the doll before handing
it back to her. After all the guests leave and everyone
is asleep, Clara gets up in the night and goes downstairs
to get her nutcracker from under the tree. Soon she falls
asleep there, and is transported into a magical fantasy
where her nutcracker has grown to the size of a human. Here
we find the Mouse King who attacks the Nutcracker Prince
who in turn tries to valiantly defend young Clara, but is
injured in the battle. Clara manages to defeat the Mouse
King by throwing her shoe at him! With the Mouse King out
of the way, she saves the Nut Cracker Prince by kissing
him which miraculously makes him human! Then she and her
Prince are whisked away through the Enchanted Forest, where
they see dancing snowflakes and other wonders. Then they
travel further to the Kingdom of the Sweets. In the Kingdom
of Sweets, Clara and the Prince behold the extraordinary
beauty of the Sugarplum Fairy. She invites the couple to
stay for a while and enjoy the entertainment of her subjects.
Clara and the prince watch in awe as the inhabitants of
the Kingdom of Sweets dance before them. When the dancers
are finished, Clara and her Prince sail home in a magic
sleigh made of ice and candy. On Christmas morning, Clara
wakes under the tree holding her nutcracker doll. The End.
After
this, I expected my daughter to be in awe of my long and
rather protracted monologue! But instead she looked at me
and said, "Oh, you didn't have to tell me, I already
know the story I watched Barbie in The Nut Cracker on TV!!"
I could just imagine Tchaikovsky and Hoffman both turning
in their graves.
As the
lights dimmed and we watched this magical fantasy unravel
in front of us, I was relieved to see that all the children
seemed to be engrossed in the ballet. But one should never
take anything for granted especially where children are
involved. Forty five minutes into the performance, I noticed
my son fidgeting and as he was sitting three seats away
from me he decided to raise his voice and inform me that
he was very "SLEEPY". A few heads turned to us
but luckily the orchestra was loud enough to drown out his
announcement. To my relief act one ended almost immediately
and we were able to ply the kids with ice cream in the hope
that it would eradicate any signs of sleep or boredom. In
their defence I have to admit that the first part of the
show was good but didn't manage to grab my attention nor
my husband. Having had the opportunity of seeing the Bolshoi
Ballet perform, which was truly impressive and had us captivated
by both the skill and artistry of their dancing, we were
a little disappointed with the choreography of the show
in front of us.
The
second act was a little more inspired and the children visibly
perked up for about 20 minutes, but soon after both my five-year-old
and eight-year-old started to fidget and move around in
their seats in the hope of getting comfortable for a little
nap. I have to admit my ability to concentrate on the admirable
renditions by the Sugar Plum Fairy and The Nut Cracker Prince
was slightly diminished by the two rapidly wilting children
on either side of me.
It had
probably been a bit ambitious of us to have expected the
two younger children to actually stay awake for the entirety
of the performance considering it was way past their bed
time. But the one person who sat enthralled throughout the
performance was my eldest daughter. She found her first
Ballet show truly wondrous. The set was imaginative and
the costumes spectacular the only thing that marred her
enjoyment was the man in front of her whose rather large
head obscured part of her vision for much of the performance.
As we sat with our children in the Taxi being lovingly squashed,
I realised that despite the fact that we had been slightly
disappointed by the ballet, the company of our children
more than made up for that.
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