Swan Lake

[smokingboot]

Special treat from R last night!

It was enchanting, and I became a little girl caught up in the ethereal beauty of the swans and Tchaikovsky's music, momentarily wanting to be the Queen Mother because she had the most fabulous cloak, pink and purple and billowing. She didn't have to dance at all, just make imperial gestures and get exasperated with her stupid son. I reckoned to be able to do that.

It could be argued that practice in this was available thanks to the row right behind us, which held four young women who just couldn't help a little chat here and there. They went completely silent after the interval, except for the moment when, on seeing a ballerina appear wearing a beautiful black tutu studded with red gems, the group detective hissed 'it's the black swan!' Thank you Sherlock. But they were locked in, as were we all. Weak points? This was a happy ending version, so the defeat of the sorcerer needed more drama, more combative elements. Also, Von Rothbart had a stupid hat. Strong points? Everything else.

Comments

[smokingboot]

I heard the waltz from act 1 long ago on a record player too! It was when I was very little, and I would dance around the front room to it. Sometimes I was a princess, occasionally a ballerina, but most often I was a dervish of knocked vases and lampshades!

[asakiyume]

"Dervish of knocked vases and lampshades" sounds like a plausible minor deity--I like it!