For starters, we arrived about half an hour late and missed the first of the three short modern ballets of the evening. But once we got in… wow.
The first thing that struck me was the dancers’ THIGHS. Good god, their THIGHS. Those thick, muscular, sturdy thighs, toned and strengthened by hours of practise- and that’s just the women! I’d always been told that ballet dancers are these stick-thin, emaciated women with legs like knitting needles, but I couldn’t be more wrong. These women are –for want of a better word- HENCH!
Once I’d gotten over that, I spent most of the show trying to work out what it all meant- change? Isolation? Passion? Love? Social groups?
Speaking of sexual fetishes (an excellent conversation starter by the way), I was pretty surprised by the sheer amount of face to crotch contact between dancers. Whether it’s people moving about in dance-y, peculiar and vaguely sexual ways, or picking them up, or rolling over each other, almost every scene seemed to contain at least ONE face in another person’s crotch. I started counting, and within forty minutes there were at least thirty nine face to crotch contact moments. THIRTY NINE. Insane.
Despite the confusing plots and odd sexual imagery, I had a very nice night. The ballet dancers were truly incredible (so incredible that I was constantly squirming at their dance moves- every movement looked absolutely agonising, but beautiful) and I’d say it was definitely a great experience!
I hope you liked this little review/anecdotal blog!
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